Oh no, I’m not.
My palms, still pink from spanking his ass, radiate heat as I wrap both fists around his velvet steel length, making him gasp.
Tag: Stroking Him
Ruined
She loves the way he strains against her stroke. The way his muscles tense in his belly, the way his inner thighs twitch not knowing whether to push forward or clamp closed,… Read more »
Window Display
With two fingers inserted at his waistband behind his buttoned fly, I pull him forward toward me. The silver glint of his belt buckle winks up in the dusky light,… Read more »