“Oh… Thank you, Master…” I moaned out the words between each slow, deep thrust, “That feels… so good…”
“Good girl,” he whispered, continuing the steady thrusts and from the look on his face, he was enjoying this just as much as me
. “How many times did you cum?” he asked as he cut the tape from my neck and yanked the hood from me, then ripped the duct tape from my mouth.
. She stops him and asked if he feels to hurt to made out? Dan says not anymore I just love making out with you. It is Dan the guy from Saturday night
“Oh… Thank you, Master…” I moaned out the words between each slow, deep thrust, “That feels… so good…”
“Good girl,” he whispered, continuing the steady thrusts and from the look on his face, he was enjoying this just as much as me
. “How many times did you cum?” he asked as he cut the tape from my neck and yanked the hood from me, then ripped the duct tape from my mouth.
. She stops him and asked if he feels to hurt to made out? Dan says not anymore I just love making out with you. It is Dan the guy from Saturday night
“Oh… Thank you, Master…” I moaned out the words between each slow, deep thrust, “That feels… so good…”
“Good girl,” he whispered, continuing the steady thrusts and from the look on his face, he was enjoying this just as much as me
. “How many times did you cum?” he asked as he cut the tape from my neck and yanked the hood from me, then ripped the duct tape from my mouth.
. She stops him and asked if he feels to hurt to made out? Dan says not anymore I just love making out with you. It is Dan the guy from Saturday night
