Alex shouldered his slumping backpack and headed for the back of the first floor where rows of computers were setup between long columns of bookshelves. Amateur sex “Mmmm… Her leather gloves shined with the syrupy lube. You will lick until my glove is spotless!”
As Alex tongued away and cleaned her lovely leather, Bethany began outlining their plans for the rest of the evening. She was a theater major, like Alex. “You’re welcome. Follow me. He bent himself over the IKEA couch, his gleaming, black suit painting a stark contrast with the soft, white fabric. What’s not acceptable is forgetting to address me properly. I really hit the jackpot, didn’t I? If you enjoy my work, wish to support it and want to read the latest chapters in all my series, check out
