C67 Chapter Sixty Seven

“ Relax,” she said, still smiling.

I just want to leave!. “ Red Sinclair, it’s in the contract” she doesn’t listen, instead she chops the edges of the grape, then cups a wide hole in the middle.

Is she trying to juice my dick, “ learn” she whispered licking her fingers, as the grape juices slides down her hands, then she begins to fuck her mouth with her finger