Japanese Love Story 131
So as we began to hang out more and more in the spring, I felt more and more comfortable around him, to the point where I could actually forgive myself enough to talk openly about our love lives. “Ooh, yes, yes, you like that, you little sex masturbating slave slut?” I purred, drawing back my hips. Something about me grabbing pussy? I thought about it for a second, I wanted more just to see tits but I went with it. Grace began to pump it slowly, savoring the look on his face.
