Medusa Embodies A Wicked Harley Quinn Persona, Craving A Massive Thrill

I was lying face down on my bed, one knee pulled up to my stomach, my pearly blue, sheer nightie and my cotton thong was stripped to my bare hips. I’m his personal item until he’s done, he can use me however he wants. Dipping a finger into my cup of love, he slowly swirled it around in me, like a teaspoon stirring the sugar in a cup of tasty coffee. I don’t need to know a man to look at him like that. With both hands he clawed my butt cheeks tightly and spread them apart. I could caress his broad hips’ hard muscles with my small hands, or sink my thin fingernails in and pull him to me, while his tired warrior comforted himself in my warm, wet, soft nest. “He’s nothing, just a mental patient I caught loitering in the street and to lock-up.