conceptionperfection:She was staring again. I stared back, despite noticing her wedding ring. We wer
conceptionperfection:She was staring again. I stared back, despite noticing her wedding ring. We were playing chicken, daring each other to either look away or make a move. I imagined her looking up at me, her lips wrapped around my cock. I could feel my cock stir inside my pants. Keep reading -- source link