GOD HELP ME!

TIARA

He didn't, however, stop there. Not by a long shot. He wanted to keep torturing people. To be really honest, I also wanted it to happen.

He bent his wrist, pressed his palm on my tummy, and then moved his hand past the lace of my panties and beneath the waistline of my jeans. The feeling was crazy.?

I strained against his hand while my head was drooping. He gently parted my swollen pussy and ran his fingers along the edge of my entrance, ...