淘氣的 GG 叫我幹她的屁股

Naughty GG called me to fuck her ass “Thanks, Marcus.”

And then she bounced off like the tiny bundle of 5’2” energy that she was. Helen’s shirt was already discarded on the couch, and her bra strap was hanging off one shoulder. “Ughhh,” was all I could manage as I nuzzled into Helen while riding my post-sex dopamine high. It made my heart beat faster. Her loose hair was in her face, and she reached up to tuck it behind her ears as she glared up at me. Don’t bother packing. “If she used any electronic payment, I’ll know about it within twelve hours.”

I pressed my fingers to my eyes, tried to contain my frustration, and remembered that Psalter didn’t have a magic wand. Bobbi was curled up at my side, clinging to me like a lover. I felt her lay a kiss on my shoulderblade. “She was just filling me in on what happened at the office.”

The pair was a sight. “Go easy on me this morning, and I’ll talk to Helen.