I woke up to a desperate text around 7am. By 7.35am, he was ..
🕑 Added 2020-02-02 08:56:49 +0000 UTC
I woke up to a desperate text around 7am. By 7.35am, he was at my house, in my bed with his throbbing cock inside of me. It wasn't a 'fuck'. It was soft and sensual. Comfortable. Horny. It felt like Sunday. My lips wrapped around him so tightly and I could feel him getting harder then I knew was possible. I wanted him to finish on my tits. I begged. I wanted to feel the hot spunk hit my skin. I really wanted it. I took his shaft and tip onto my hand and looked at him right in the eyes as I stroked. I could feel the tip pulsing in the palm of my hand. Ready to cum. Secretly, I was hoping for a facial. I'll let you watch and see what happened. Happy Sunday. Em. X
