MR MICHAEL 3
“That's right belly, show me how good you are with that.”
My arm was moving rhythmically, my hand wrapped around his c**k, as I stroked him.
He groaned lowly, tipping his head backwards.
“f**k” his voice was low, with something I couldn't quite describe.
“That's it, you slut, take me like a good girl”
“You have no f*****g idea how long I've been wanting to do this. Wanting to get your attention.” He grunted
“Now, you've willingly offered yourself to me, and trust me, I plan to use every single bit of you.”
My p***y clenched at his words, feeling so much pressure down there,
I gripped him hard, twisting my fist on every upstroke, and the wet sound of skin, sliding over skin, mixed with his low grunts filled the room.
“Your mouth, belly… I want to feel your warm lit
