She was thrusting upwards synching her body to match my smooth and steady rhythm, in and out, playing her, teasing her, making her work for her needed release. xhamster The volume was off because we were playing our own MP3 playlists sequentially with each one of us taking turns as DJ in chief. “That’s right dear, the ones with the cherries on top” I winked. And working out she was, the dumb drops had giving her brain just a bit of the reward it so a badly needed, and now she needed the rest of that reward. That’s when Candice, sorry, Ms. That’s when Candice, sorry, Ms. We cued up the sound track for Saturday Night Fever. But she made it clear that there was no more ‘free lunch’.
