I want to give you back your stuff and there’s no other way.”
Jesus… tampon string,” she stammers, shoving it back in with several pushes of her finger. “I can take over if you’re tired.” Katrina begins milking my cock with a slow twerking motion of her perfect ass. I’ll be right back.”
“No, don’t leave. Hell, I’m pretty convinced there’s usually a lamp because I read with that lamp. I want to believe. After 10 minutes of labor, Katrina gives birth to a healthy Pixar lamp baby. I’m still anally attached so I don’t step away. “Can I have a set of utensils?”
“Excuse me, I didn’t get utensils.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to bother you. Is that still in the cards or do you want to take it easy after all the orifice traffic?”
Katrina giggles at me. So is the metal cup that holds my toothbrush.
