Địt nát lồn em Lan

I ignored her and slammed the door. With a surprised gasp, Phoebe Lucas’s head disappeared behind her door so she could avoid colliding with me. “I…”

“Good enough for me,” I said. He…” She didn’t finish the sentence, but she didn’t need to. She was creative, imaginative, and exciting… everything a man could have asked for in a girlfriend. “Talk soon.”

“Thanks, man!” I called out, raising my cup to him in cheers as he retreated from my table. Physically, two of her most notable features were her face and complexion. Finally, she responded, “A month.”

I launched myself off the bed and walked away from her. “It was comfortable, though. She was comfortable. I, on the other hand, was an analyst in New York who made a high five digits. In the seven months we shared, she had taken a butt plug up her ass.