Fred Dingo’s Springtime With Thomas

It felt really, really good. This is so unlike you, babe.”
“Is that a no?”
“It’s a hell fucking yes. It was ungodly, he said. “Well… well, I called you. He loved this, and she had to admit, she was loving it, too. One more, for old time’s sake?”
Demi didn’t know what to say. She wasn’t quite sure how to feel about what she’d seen. For a moment, she almost pitied him – it must be such a strange feeling, to know that a man with a cock twice as big as his own was soon going to be pounding her into a fit of happy tears and screams of pleasure. “How would you know?”
Arthur hesitated, his mouth hanging open for a moment. I know we haven’t been intimate lately, but that doesn’t justify you seeking out such vile sins.” Her lip trembled as she stepped back. She giggled softly, getting on her knees at the foot of the bed, and she delighted in his little whimper of