Then her hand traces upwards, slipping past my knee, rising under my pleated grey linen uniform skirt, sliding up my inner thigh, until at last
Then her hand traces upwards, slipping past my knee, rising under my pleated grey linen uniform skirt, sliding up my inner thigh, until at last
But that was fine, I didn’t care. Continue reading I don’t know where or how but Boss was now in the living room watching us.
My tongue was being coated in warm sweet, musty liquid, jennys cum juice, and my cock was being wrapped in cool elegant fingers. More Info