“You’re my slut, aren’t you” I spouted at her. Japanese sex She could hardly keep her hands off my ass as we rushed to the door juggling the keys to open it. With the click of the lock our clothes were falling to the floor leaving a trail to the bedroom. Who was I to disobey this queen of torment? Her conversations sparked my loins in such a way that it seemed as though I sported a hard on for hours, days even, though not a painful one but one that needed constant attention with that deep nagging desire for simple strokes as I knew there was no way that I could fuck her brains out while I was driving. She got in the car and I closed her door. All she ever talks about is fucking and sucking on my cock. I fed this bitch my cock covered in her cum and mine.
