Tatum
Oh. My. God. The way his hands are so strong yet his skin so soft and his touch delicate like that of a feather whispering across my shoulders. Ford easily slides the top part of my dress down as I stand with his four friends circling me. I can see their huge c***s straining in their boxer briefs, they are massive. How will they even fit inside me? I am tight and small. Jenson was already too big and I can see that these guys before me are much, much bigger than my ex.
“Are you okay?” Ford whispers into my ear as he begins to move my bra strap down. “I love this green color on you,” he says admiring the flimsy lace of my bra. My n*****s are erect, hard like pebbles. My core is aching, I’m burning up from his touch alone. Yet all these eyes on me, the licking of their lips. It shou
