Tatum
It felt like half of me was missing when I finally left the hotel in the car that Ford organized for me. He said he had to go straight to practice on Sunday morning. Honestly, it seems like he literally lives on the ice. My smile is still plastered all over my face thinking about our hot night of passion and then again on Sunday before he had to go and I had to leave.
I lost count of the number of times he brought me to climax and I still can’t say for sure if I preferred the licking out of my p***y on the kitchen counter. And yes, we did spray it down heavily afterwards. Or when he took me in the shower.
Just thinking about him pushing my breasts against the glass panel and holding my hips, thrusting his rigid c**k in and out of my tightness is making me squeeze my legs together
