It was silk and felt wonderful. XXX The tip was pink, flared out like a mushroom, and smooth. No one would know. I had a feeling that wouldn’t end well. Strong, authoritative, stern. I smiled, loving the lips, batting my baby-blues at the mirror as I took a pose. His eyes hardened. I knew something erupt from them. It was long and fat. My nipples were so hard atop my bouncing breasts as I moved through the room, my dress neatly hung with the baptismal gowns. His dick was amazing. I want to spasm on your shaft.”
“Because you’re a whore?”
“A wicked, wanton slattern.”
His groin crushed my clit every time he buried into me, sending wonderful pleasure sparking to my depths.
