“Zoey left the house before I broke in your ass, Princess.”
My phone chirped again. “This sour flavor.”
“Yes,” Melody nodded. I didn’t need his muscular body. I slept naked. Jam that tongue in my pussy,” Melody moaned. I think she would do it. Clint could never give me this pleasure. I loved how she gasped and squeaked and grunted as I slammed into her asshole over and over. She smelled like body spray and perfume. “Stefani,” I gasped, trying to force my fantasy to obey as I pushed the dildo into me. “How are you doing?” I asked her. Salty precum joined the taste of Alicia’s sour asshole. I can’t believe it. He probed his tongue in deep, swirling around. Now that Clinton was dead, she might finally be ready to date again. I want you to do it. I just want to spoil you.”
Melody’s hands grabbed my butt-cheeks, parting them. “Almost as good as big brother’s cock.”
“Yes, yes, yes, Cupcake,” Melody moaned.
