RIDING THE BAD BOY 2

RIDING THE BAD BOY 2

ZAYLA

I clenched my emptiness, as I felt him against my palm. Hot, veiny and thickly massive with pre ejaculate sliding down his shaft.

He growled, feral and deep, as he ripped my shirt open. The coor air hit my sensitive skin, my nipples hard and aching under his stare.

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