White Chubby Pussyboy Ch 2
I woke up to a number of jarring sensations. The blaring of my phone ringing. The tightness of my clit being restrained by something. And the inner innard ache of something jammed into my pussy. The concept of 'clit' and 'pussy' made the memories of the past week come rushing back to me. After the faggot dam broke, and I came into my panties over and over like a good white boy, I don't know. A large portion of my mental landscape changed. I'd be walking down the street, and...