Carla The Final Chapter
Frances had her hand in her panties. Her eyes were locked on the Barrett M82 in its case. Forget men, forget cock; this was the source of her imminent orgasm. The power, the danger; these were the mainstays of her arousal. She didn’t really need to look at it, so fixed was its image in her mind. The first time she had held it in the privacy of her own flat she had run the cold, slender barrel between her legs and she’d cum. No, that wasn’t right. Oh, sure, she’d had an orgasm but it was like...
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