Eddie Danger Valentine’s Day Doggy Style Throat Fuck

Seeing her in distress on occasion was cathartic. “She’s there already. They didn’t ask a lot of other questions. I looked around the room. “You missed her, didn’t you?” I asked as I pulled back to look her in the eyes. A squeal broke through the soft moment we shared. Satisfied that they would remain asleep, I slipped on some sweatpants and a T-shirt before leaving the room with my phone in hand. Except for the times she was being stunningly sexy. “Have fun, kitten.” Then she bounced over to me just as I pulled up a chair from the sitting section—a wingback piece upholstered with soft leather that might have been suede. “Sorry, boss,” Erin said with a Cheshire grin as she approached me. I gently sucked and nibbled on her neck, enjoying the feel of her shiver in my grasp while watching Helen toss the shirt aside and mirror what I was doing to Erin; only the object of her affection was the little submissive we shared.