Perhaps she would break orders and come and wake him up? Or maybe she would get up and walk around, breaking the rules? Or maybe even, she would leave?
After about ten minutes he got up and made his way to the kitchen without dressing. When she was firmly placed on his lap, he let his hand roam over her ass with one specific purpose, and to his delight, he found it
. When he came in, he didn’t say a word.
Sex. "I didn't know good girls had whips and handcuffs," he muses. My finger works its magic, sliding in and out of my pussy, slowly at first, but then building momentum as my impatience builds
.
"Why is it so hard to unclothe this woman dammit?" I thought to myself. We played in the batting cages when we came in, and I helped her swing with some (softly groping her arms and breasts)
. For some reason, she never really backed off from me
Perhaps she would break orders and come and wake him up? Or maybe she would get up and walk around, breaking the rules? Or maybe even, she would leave?
After about ten minutes he got up and made his way to the kitchen without dressing. When she was firmly placed on his lap, he let his hand roam over her ass with one specific purpose, and to his delight, he found it
. When he came in, he didn’t say a word.
Sex. "I didn't know good girls had whips and handcuffs," he muses. My finger works its magic, sliding in and out of my pussy, slowly at first, but then building momentum as my impatience builds
.
"Why is it so hard to unclothe this woman dammit?" I thought to myself. We played in the batting cages when we came in, and I helped her swing with some (softly groping her arms and breasts)
. For some reason, she never really backed off from me
Perhaps she would break orders and come and wake him up? Or maybe she would get up and walk around, breaking the rules? Or maybe even, she would leave?
After about ten minutes he got up and made his way to the kitchen without dressing. When she was firmly placed on his lap, he let his hand roam over her ass with one specific purpose, and to his delight, he found it
. When he came in, he didn’t say a word.
Sex. "I didn't know good girls had whips and handcuffs," he muses. My finger works its magic, sliding in and out of my pussy, slowly at first, but then building momentum as my impatience builds
.
"Why is it so hard to unclothe this woman dammit?" I thought to myself. We played in the batting cages when we came in, and I helped her swing with some (softly groping her arms and breasts)
. For some reason, she never really backed off from me
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