“I don"t want to hurt you.” I told her. “You"re so f*****g tight, Princess” I slid my fingers inside of her slippery wetness and she clutched me like a vise.
“I don’t care if it hurts.” She said, sounding more certain than I felt.
Her heavy breasts swung as she lifted her right leg over both of mine and mounted me cowgirl-style
I thought I had a grip on my self-control but I was completely f*****g wrong.
Priscilla was the one who had authority over me now.
Sitting astride my lap her hard n*****s, taunted my mouth as they hung, so lovely, from the tips of her breasts.
They practically pointed their accusation at me.
What are you waiting for? They asked
What are you waiting for?Suck on these.
Suck on these.They demanded I do so.
An idea struck.
I drew long, deep breaths and forced
