Naila groaned, her eyes squeezing shut. It throbbed in her grip
. “You want me to give you a blowjob?”
“The worldly things you are learning at your college,” I groaned.
. "I'm so ready. My cock is still twitching with widly spaced aftershocks
I have art history class next.
“You look like a whore” he chuckles “My whore. “This is to remind you that your eyes belong to me now
. Do you understand me, cunt?” He says the last word with no malice in his voice, for him it is simply her name
Naila groaned, her eyes squeezing shut. It throbbed in her grip
. “You want me to give you a blowjob?”
“The worldly things you are learning at your college,” I groaned.
. "I'm so ready. My cock is still twitching with widly spaced aftershocks
I have art history class next.
“You look like a whore” he chuckles “My whore. “This is to remind you that your eyes belong to me now
. Do you understand me, cunt?” He says the last word with no malice in his voice, for him it is simply her name
Naila groaned, her eyes squeezing shut. It throbbed in her grip
. “You want me to give you a blowjob?”
“The worldly things you are learning at your college,” I groaned.
. "I'm so ready. My cock is still twitching with widly spaced aftershocks
I have art history class next.
“You look like a whore” he chuckles “My whore. “This is to remind you that your eyes belong to me now
. Do you understand me, cunt?” He says the last word with no malice in his voice, for him it is simply her name
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