Daddies Taste Better
Lady Sheldonhe smiles when he sees melaughing uncontrollably when stressed
Lex in her mouth, hand fisted in her hair, controlling the pace.
She took it all, body trembling, muffled cries vibrating around Lex while I sat there, cigarette burning down, watching.
My cock was hard now—painfully so.
I didn’t touch it at first and just smoked but as her moans grew higher, and more desperate and as Ellis growled something filthy and Lex pulled her hair harder—I shifted, free hand moving to my lap.
I rubbed myself through my jeans, slow at first, then harder, matching their rhythm without thinking.