
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
Larry couldn’t help himself. So used to being in control that being tied down under me and not having his way was making him crazy. I could almost see the smoke of frustration wisping out of his ears. He felt so good, so hard against my pussy. I had to lift my hips before he convinced me to sit on his shaft. Instead, I slinked back down to sit on his thighs, and my right hand wrapped around his pussy coated cock. “Look at what a mess I’ve made.” I cooed more to his cock than to him as I began stroking his thick erection.
It pleased me to see his chest rise and fall as he tried to control his breathing. How cute it was to watch him fight so as not to beg me. My thumb smeared around the plump crown of his head to gather the heavy bead of precum, and when it drooled onto the pad of my finger, I lifted it to my lips—slowly, opening my mouth while looking into his dark, honey colored eyes. My tongue lapped at the bit of his juice before sucking my thumb into my mouth.

