Sleeping Pussy

Sleeping Pussy

I stood back brushing my teeth as she washed her face. He moved his hand faster and faster. I began to shift and moan with exaggerated lechery, driving my hips in the air, gripping my left breast lustfully, escalating my tones like I was on the brink of orgasm. “Um Jason, aren’t you forgetting something?” she smirked at him, giving him a little shake. “Well yes, but that’s not really what I meant.

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