Saturday, we were going at it.
Me: I want to come…
Sunday, shortly after waking up.
Belle: It was wrong of you to ask yesterday. 384 more words
I can’t stop looking at this (ridiculously NSFW) picture. It fires on so many of my kinks. That cock, apparently twice the heft of the penis — the beautiful pussy, ready and available but also absolutely not — the perspective, as if sitting at the end of the bed watching — the fucking look on her face, “I told you… 30 more words