I remember pulling up my trousers after probably the best moment of my life, not even bothering to wash myself and heading straight out into the open air. XXX I commanded in my mind. I couldn’t rush this and cause unnecessary trouble. At this point my cock was attempting a prison break with its firmness. Would Sophie remember? A low moan escaped her lips. Emily moved swiftly, shooing the guests with a polite but firm demeanor. Standing behind the counter in a tight grey tank top and a loose fitting floral skirt that barely brushed past her knees, was Emily. Although I took it slow. Once that was done she locked the doors and slowly turned to face me. Would Sophie remember? Cum. And stay there.’
At this she moaned slightly, nodded her head and stopped her mouth just under half way.
