Funhouse MirrorsChapter 7
Cassie’s warm wet mouth rode up and down his cock. He suffered to breathe. He frowned despite the skill she had developed. His hips rose and fell out of his chair. He chased her. He had been having a hard enough time checking Cassie’s work before he had shut her up. He shuffled the papers and finally gave up. “If only you sucked dick like you solved mysteries.” He brushed her hair out of her eyes. She was smiling brightly around his cock. Her throat hummed with joy. 7 She had been hot when...