Close-up View Of Pearl Sage Giving Oral With A Full Bush

I push the button to turn on the dryers and the warm air hits my damp skin. The game’s dialogue fades into the background as I struggle to concentrate, the characters’ voices blending with the echoing moans from the TV. My breathing becomes ragged, my body begging for release. But no matter how I adjust the nozzle, the stream isn’t strong enough to breach the shield. He reaches out and takes my hand, leading me to the bed. Even when the message appears on my computer to be ready and kneel by the door for Master. His hand brushes against my bare stomach, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. His other hand trailing up my thigh, stopping just short of my core. I cry out, arching my back in response to the pain. Each scene is a cruel reminder of what I’m being denied, the sounds amplifying my own unmet desires. I feel his hand slide down my back, tracing the line of my