kimia pokemon

He’d already showered so his short messy hair had been combed back and was still damp. He was wearing his slacks and belt, but no button up shirt on yet. He liked to wait until his hair was a bit drier before he put it on. As he pulled cups and the coffee tin from the cupboards above, she couldn’t help but notice the way his muscles shifted on his back, the sparse long hairs that sprouted from his back and shoulders. He only got to the gyms on the weekends, but he walked around job sights a lot for his work, so he had a nice balance between muscle and leanness. Before last night she wouldn’t have given it a second thought, but now she sat there with her mouth open, staring like a dead fish.

I might have been able to fight my way to a second one, if I'd really worked at it, but I didn't see much point. I just relaxed, enjoying the sensation of that big, thick knot tugging against my entrance with every rapid thrust, the one part of getting doggie-fucked that Daddy's cock couldn't replicate and do better.

Both positions are amazing and hot for me. You're the best MrX. mmhm.Stupid whores can't help themselves, the moment hey get access to massive, viril cocks and sweaty assholes they just get on their knees and start worshipping me. They're gonna be bred full of monster spawn~Holy F-Fuck Claire! every time your throat tightens i feel his asshole clench down around my tongue!~Fuck i need that rn~