story-boi: I remembered his words as my fingers danced around my gash. “It changes you,” He told me, unloading his girth inside my hole, “You’ll need the sweet sting - the sweaty, vigorous thrusts.” I cooed at the memory, slipping a digit
story-boi: I remembered his words as my fingers danced around my gash. “It changes you,” He told me, unloading his girth inside my hole, “You’ll need the sweet sting - the sweaty, vigorous thrusts.” I cooed at the memory, slipping a digit
