It throbbed in her hand, and she licked a drop of precum off the tip, which made it jump. She asked herself. Oh fuck, I’m your little slut, aren’t I? Now,” said James. She moved down his chest, licking and kissing his sculpted body. Fuckkkkk that’s good James, I’m cumming! And so fucking thick. He stood up and removed his shirt. They taste like paint-stripper,” a voice from next to her said. Tell me I’m your slut.”
“You are my little slut Elle. I’m James,” the young man said, confidence exuding from his face. Elle hadn’t been to a bar in a very long time. What was he going to do? She looked him in the eyes. She felt nervous, like the first time again. She moaned and pushed her body against his tongue, clit throbbing in pleasure and thighs slick with her wetness.
