Diary of a Sex Addict Mr Texas
There was a knock on my door early that morning. I had just moved to the States a few days ago and I didn’t know anybody, so the visitor came as a surprise. I glanced up from my bed and moved my fingers away from my glistening, begging pussy, waiting for another knock. Maybe they had the wrong address. The knock came again and I rose to my feet, letting my t-shirt d**** down and partially cover my nakedness. I went to the door and opened it a crack. “Yes?” “Is this Ms. Em’s residence?” a voice...