Please don1t cum inside my pussy

Please don1t cum inside my pussy “Erin had good taste,” Cheyenne said, placing the folded sweater on top of the pile. He remembered the scent of her perfume, a tantalizing mix of jasmine and rose, that hung heavy in the air, a phantom lingering long after she had gone. She lubed his ass crack and her hand, slowly moving it up and down and putting pressure on his asshole as she passed over it. She then said, “I don’t have any cash for a tip, but how about this instead?” She then grasped his face and pulled him down to her left tit and whispered “Suck it.”

After sucking on her left tit, Erin pulled him off and guided him to her right and let him suck it for a few moments. And the day after that. A lock of wet hair clung to her cheek, and Larry’s hand twitched with the unexpected urge to brush it away, to feel the slickness against his fingertips. Cheyenne entered the master bedroom, her shadow stretching across the threshold like an intrepid explorer taking her first steps into a long-forgotten temple.