FREYA
I knew I hated him, but the touch he gave me wasn’t enough.
I want more of him. I wanted him to grab my waist and bang me the way he just did. I want that c*m in my mouth once again.
I ran my tongue around my lips, capturing the c*m that was leaning on them, and taking down my throat like he ordered, feeling the creaminess, and yearning for more.
I stood up, and fixed my gown, which though I was clad in it, left the feeling of being stack naked on me, because it was transparent, and he could see not just my breasts through it, but my p***y.
I inhaled and returned to the massive room he walked into, but he wasn’t there. He must have left the house, naked.
I wonder why he would do such, because his trousers which he took off during his bidding of driving pleasure from my p***y by
