Aching To Make Myself Squirt
She stepped past him casually and from the shower, feeling the enticingly warm and soft mat on the bathroom meet the soles of her feet and toes. She leant forward against the shower wall with one hand, the other gliding down her toned feminine frame to wrap skilled, experienced fingers around her water soaked shaft, slowly starting to work it, relaxing and waiting. Porn Or trigger whatever had done that to her. Just suck it up and take it like a bitch..” she grinned as she drew her cock out until only the spongy, saliva coated tip rested on her tongue, giving him the luxury of half a moment’s reprieve for him to draw in a breath before she forced herself back in again. His ass was burning, a pain he’d never felt before, a pain he didn’t understand.
