Why was her heart pounding? The baggy shirt had hidden her large firm breasts well; he hadn’t guessed she was so…fleshy. I want to see you remove your clothes,” James commanded. He let go of her hand, and she could feel her fingers throb just a little. Oh fuck, I’m your little slut, aren’t I? She took his hand delicately and replied with a flirtatious smile,
“Well hello James, I’m Elle. He dropped some notes on the bar and grabbed her hand, leading her through the crowd to the door. Elle thought, he’s said no more than a hundred words to me. She felt a little humiliated, but more aroused than she had ever felt before. The sensation of her tight, hot, wet cunt gripping and spasming on his thick cock was too much for James. Read 18081 times |
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