“What the fuck do you want, B?” Chris halted, turned around, and gave me an annoyed glance
. .
. I watched her ass move, hypnotized by its perfect shape and the way it wobbled and rubbed against the G-string. What felt like a brick wall at first became a tight sphincter wrapping around the head
“What the fuck do you want, B?” Chris halted, turned around, and gave me an annoyed glance
. .
. I watched her ass move, hypnotized by its perfect shape and the way it wobbled and rubbed against the G-string. What felt like a brick wall at first became a tight sphincter wrapping around the head
“What the fuck do you want, B?” Chris halted, turned around, and gave me an annoyed glance
. .
. I watched her ass move, hypnotized by its perfect shape and the way it wobbled and rubbed against the G-string. What felt like a brick wall at first became a tight sphincter wrapping around the head
