I told you to look, not touch. But you never listen.
One second, Iβm teasing, sweater slipping down, smirking in candlelight. The next, Iβm pinned, legs spread, breath stolen as you fuck me deep, rough, reckless.
And when you pull out? You cover me.
Hot. Messy. Dripping down my tits, streaking my face. Proof you ruined me.
So tell me, loverβ¦ should I lick it off? Or wear it like a trophy? ππ₯
David
2025-03-20 20:38:23 +0000 UTC