C91 Chapter Ninety One

My dick was back to being rock hard now, from all her teasing and thoughts of how hard I would have her scream for making me look for her, her thick waist held firmly against the head of my cock, and her head held to stare at me.

“ sit” I commanded, she shuffled on the bed and soon stops, telling myself that she had sat comfortable I search for her legs, which I grasp the second I found it