a-sprinkling-of-desire:“Clara, we can’t do this, I’m getting married next week,” I grunted, as she p
a-sprinkling-of-desire:“Clara, we can’t do this, I’m getting married next week,” I grunted, as she pressed me up against the wall, kissing my neck.“Mmm, then why aren’t you stopping me?” she mumbled, her lips trailing across my jaw. “I am, I’m asking you to leave my house, now,” I growled, placing my hands on her shoulders to push her away. She responded by placing her hands over mine, pushing them down to cup her gorgeous breasts. Under her white button down, she wore not much else, just a simple black thong. I couldn’t help but give her tits a squeeze. Keep reading -- source link