Slow. Bokep indo Hard. “Any woman would like that kind of massage, Michael, if it was done gently-”
I twisted my hand, pulling her hair more tightly around my hands. She had no idea where my head was. Gleaming, dark black eyes jumping from me to the movie. “I’m not talking about gently, mom. Precum was streaming from the tip and running down the shaft in thick, clear rivlets. Had no idea how the Mezcal had seeped into the darkest recesses of my brain. “Sure. Do you freak out when someone touches her hair, or do you like it pulled, like a scalp massage?”
“Ouch, Michael. …be a little more gentle.” Her head fell forward then as I tightened my grip.
