Amy s Voyeur
Eric pushes me down over the velvety soft arm of the hotel sofa. With an assist from my five-inch heels, I lift my bare ass higher to give him a better angle at my anxious and freshly waxed pussy. My breasts swing low and heavy across the soft fabric as one of his hands slides around and grasps my tender throat. His grip is firm and purposeful, and I feel him tightening his fingers. As he squeezes, I can sense my whimpers gradually decreasing in volume. The curtains are completely open, and...
Voyeur