“After that experience, no I don’t think so,” he said. Joe half-smiled, “yeah, for once.”
Latoya lightly laughed, “what is that supposed to mean?”
Joe walked up behind the couch. He slowly began to stroke his softening dick, watching his cum continue to ooze from the tip, softly groaning still. She also noticed that the head of his dick wasn’t near as fat as his shaft. She stands 5’3″, with jet black hair, brown eyes and skin. He kept sucking on her clit, feeling it throb between his lips, moaning into it. Joe threw his head back, feeling himself getting closer to cumming. Latoya lightly giggled, rubbing her pussy against his dick, feeling it throb against her. He closed his eyes, quickly falling asleep. She grabbed the ropes from under the desk, quickly tying them to his ankles, putting him in a, helpless, spread-eagle position.
