Dream Girl Fucks My Ass Pegged
I arrive at your place, ambling nervously toward the door as I shrug my bag over my shoulder. Yes, we had met once before over drinks, but this was different. Drinks don't leave me with a sore ass. Second thoughts rush through my head. Will this be fun? Will she really do everything she said she would? And will she get as excited as she claims? This last thought gives my cock pause as it perks up and reminds me of your lusty voice as you recounted how you would like to spend the evening. More...