Randi Mongillo tossed her phone down onto the bed as she stepped into the room. Though it had been a
Randi Mongillo tossed her phone down onto the bed as she stepped into the room. Though it had been a long day - her bra was killing her - and another exciting one, her thoughts drifted back to the previous night. I fucking ate him alive, didn’t I? she thought to herself, smiling crookedly with the memory. Oh my god that look on his face with his cock down my throat, his sac in my mouth, my teeth around him. He knew I could end it and he fucking loved it. She looked in the mirror of her vanity, fluffed out her hair as she heard her phone buzz behind her. She opened her mouth widely. I could have castrated him right there, she mused wickedly, admiring herself. “But that’d be so messy,” she found herself saying, aloud to the empty apartment. we’re going to do it slowly. Aggressive?? omg you haven’t seen anything yet little man, Randi thought to herself, checking the tag of the bra out of which she - finally! - had been able to peel herself. Yep, 32DD. One of my new ones, she concluded, stretching out her jaw again, looks like The Melissssy Effect is shifting gears. Her phone buzzed again. -- source link