Malcolm

I can’t take my eyes off of Mandy. She’s gorgeous and so fucking fuckable. The way the brown waves of her silky hair spill over my pillow and her bruised lips lift to a sexy-as-hell smile makes me perpetually hard. Having her ride my dick in the front seat of her car was exhilarating, but that’s not the kind of woman she is.

Mandy Wells is a thousand-count Egyptian sheets, brass bed, and soft piped-in music kind of woman. She’s the best life has to ...