Charlotte smiled; she tore off Logan's underwear with the scissors, her eyes fixed on Logan.
“What do you think you are doing?” Logan yelled.
“What does it look like am doing? You should have been grateful I cut the underwear and not this,” Sophia said as she gently stroked Logan's d**k, her small feminine digits wrapping around the thick member.
Logan inhaled sharply, blood rushing to his d**k, “Charlotte, this is not right.” Logan managed to protest.
Sophia's brows were raised; she feigned surprise. “Oh really?” She asked rhetorically. “How about these?” She tucked her hair behind her ear, went down, and wrapped Logan's cap around her lips, her tongue stroking the opening. “Does this feel right?” She asked, her eyes shot heavenwards looking at Logan.
Logan opened his mouth to talk,
