Real homemade amateur women massaging each other
We'll have none of that. " He removed his hand from my shirt then rested the velvet-covered box on my stomach.
The ring and ball on top ground against my G-spot.
"Honestly, Holly, the specific details of that night were and still are a blur.
When our lips were only an inch apart, I murmured, "Yes.
A piece of me had been lost, and I wanted it back. " His thumb stroked my wrists now, which caused a low moan to creep up my throat.