. "…Sam? Sorry…"
"There's nothing to be sorry about," I said sexily. Sex. She was a vision, a goddess, and worthy of respectful worship from an army of acolytes. She was ready for what I had been thinking about since stepping through the outer door
And it had jets. Moving around, her whole chest was soon wet
. "…Sam? Sorry…"
"There's nothing to be sorry about," I said sexily. Sex. She was a vision, a goddess, and worthy of respectful worship from an army of acolytes. She was ready for what I had been thinking about since stepping through the outer door
. "…Sam? Sorry…"
"There's nothing to be sorry about," I said sexily. Sex. She was a vision, a goddess, and worthy of respectful worship from an army of acolytes. She was ready for what I had been thinking about since stepping through the outer door