Melissa
I lose all sense of time in that hotel room. I a
Alexander goes in for round two and rubs his c*m-slick d**k against Dean’s until they’re both hard again.
I’m like a ghost of my old self as Alexander pins Dean on his back, hoists his legs up high and slides his c**k right back inside Dean’s poor ass.
Dean doesn’t grimace this time. His grunts are full of want, not pain. He kisses Alexander right back, like I’m not even there, and this is it,
right here in front of me.
The Alexander Henley effect.
I play with myself because I want to this time, not because Alexander tells me to. It’s all for me as I rub my c**t until I shudder and stifle my moans on the bedsheets so Dean won’t realise how disgusting I really am.
I don’t think he’d notice anyway. His world is full of Alexande
