The owner teesed Mila's nipples bitting them. “I'm good,” you said sternly
. “You can stop at anytime,” Mila said.
. The taste of you will forever be on my tongue, as I recall how sensual and sweet it is to bury myself within you and lap at you, gently rolling my tongue in you, taking long, slow, sensual licks along your womanhood, sucking softly on your little bud of pleasure. Your hands would be everywhere, grasping my own hands, in my hair, over my shoulders, on my own pussy I shuffled in close to you, on my side, while you were on your back, my arm was under you and you pressed your face into me, shyly hiding, as the first touch of another woman cemented my soul to yours forever.
So why are you here?”
“Actually, Mr. Even my own mother abandoned me, so I spent most of my early life either in a foster home or an orphanage
. But wouldn’t it feel better, when the end finally arrives, to know that you mattered to at least one human being? To finally discover that your life wasn’t a total waste after all? To find that there’ll be at least one person left behind whose life you touched, and you made a difference because of it?”
Rod thought about what she’d just told him, and that tiny flicker of hope made itself known to his existence again
The owner teesed Mila's nipples bitting them. “I'm good,” you said sternly
. “You can stop at anytime,” Mila said.
. The taste of you will forever be on my tongue, as I recall how sensual and sweet it is to bury myself within you and lap at you, gently rolling my tongue in you, taking long, slow, sensual licks along your womanhood, sucking softly on your little bud of pleasure. Your hands would be everywhere, grasping my own hands, in my hair, over my shoulders, on my own pussy I shuffled in close to you, on my side, while you were on your back, my arm was under you and you pressed your face into me, shyly hiding, as the first touch of another woman cemented my soul to yours forever.
So why are you here?”
“Actually, Mr. Even my own mother abandoned me, so I spent most of my early life either in a foster home or an orphanage
. But wouldn’t it feel better, when the end finally arrives, to know that you mattered to at least one human being? To finally discover that your life wasn’t a total waste after all? To find that there’ll be at least one person left behind whose life you touched, and you made a difference because of it?”
Rod thought about what she’d just told him, and that tiny flicker of hope made itself known to his existence again
The owner teesed Mila's nipples bitting them. “I'm good,” you said sternly
. “You can stop at anytime,” Mila said.
. The taste of you will forever be on my tongue, as I recall how sensual and sweet it is to bury myself within you and lap at you, gently rolling my tongue in you, taking long, slow, sensual licks along your womanhood, sucking softly on your little bud of pleasure. Your hands would be everywhere, grasping my own hands, in my hair, over my shoulders, on my own pussy I shuffled in close to you, on my side, while you were on your back, my arm was under you and you pressed your face into me, shyly hiding, as the first touch of another woman cemented my soul to yours forever.
So why are you here?”
“Actually, Mr. Even my own mother abandoned me, so I spent most of my early life either in a foster home or an orphanage
. But wouldn’t it feel better, when the end finally arrives, to know that you mattered to at least one human being? To finally discover that your life wasn’t a total waste after all? To find that there’ll be at least one person left behind whose life you touched, and you made a difference because of it?”
Rod thought about what she’d just told him, and that tiny flicker of hope made itself known to his existence again
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Cecilia needs a man to satisfy her in bed. A cop is happy to fuck her.