Tom put his hand on Bill's, “Would you like me to help you with your fantasy? Can I drive you home?” Bill smiled, “I'm married . He wanted it so bad but he could tell it was going to hurt.
. Her left hand pressed down on my chest as I felt her right hand grip my cock as she prepared herself above me. “You still OK?” she asked, her hand still gently stroking me
Tom put his hand on Bill's, “Would you like me to help you with your fantasy? Can I drive you home?” Bill smiled, “I'm married . He wanted it so bad but he could tell it was going to hurt.
. Her left hand pressed down on my chest as I felt her right hand grip my cock as she prepared herself above me. “You still OK?” she asked, her hand still gently stroking me
Tom put his hand on Bill's, “Would you like me to help you with your fantasy? Can I drive you home?” Bill smiled, “I'm married . He wanted it so bad but he could tell it was going to hurt.
. Her left hand pressed down on my chest as I felt her right hand grip my cock as she prepared herself above me. “You still OK?” she asked, her hand still gently stroking me
