Popping the Prisoner Cherry
Popping the Prisoner Cherry By Kelsea GrainSteve cried out so suddenly, I jumped in my chair. It had happened quickly. I wasn’t surprised. I’d spent the better part of the prior hour staring at his erection. His cock didn’t soften once; not with Sarah bound, gagged, and naked before him. They made a game of it, I noticed, as though seeing how long they could go without fucking each other. It seemed to be a difficult game. Steve knew Sarah’s every fetish, and when it came to fetishes, Sarah had...