Sapphic Smooching
0 What are you doing with her?”
Devin didn’t turn back. A ribbon of cum spat from his trapped penis, trickling down the metal coils of his cock cage and joining the mess of sticky seed all over the basement floor. He tried his best not to look embarrassed or in pain, with limited success. There was a mini fridge on one of the benches plugged into a wall outlet. He strode to Viktor and handed him the flyer he’d downloaded and printed from the web. Unless it was kept in a place where one hung out often, a mini fridge didn’t make sense. Either it was either relatively new or it had been kept in immaculate condition since it was built. You don’t need to use my title all the time. He licked up and down with abandon, his nose and chin gliding through her globular cheeks. He glanced up at the scarred henchman with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
