Hands grasping at your breasts as they sway with each thrust, until Patrick steps in front of you. —————————————————
Stepping through the door you instantly notice a difference. You feel me grab your hair and force you to look at him and tell him to ask you again. How many hours had passed? You hear the door close and I am by your side picking you up and carrying you into the shower. A flush runs up your face and across your chest as you grab the last item and run for the cash register. You can hear my friends thanking us for a wonderful poker night with hopes that they can do it again. I stand up, picking you up and bending you over the table. “Yes, please fuck my pussy” you cry in need, as you finish saying that you feel me pull you back on top of me, still buried in your ass but your little pussy once more exposed to the world.
