I let my fuck-toy finish her convulsing, and I slowed y fingers to a stop. Indian Sex “You’ll see me at the door. Got it?” she was looking away so I gave her a shake and repeated “GOT IT?”
“got it” she said meekly. “No doesn’t exist. Seeing my new fuck-toy step out of that dress made me stiff (like I wasn’t already) There were a few hangers still around, so I kindly hung it (hey, it’s a nice dress), and turned to find my fuck-toy already reclining on the ottoman. Follow me, but not closely.” I remained at the door until I saw her park and get out, then walked in. I smiled. Sarah was thankful her phone was on silent, as she had been enjoying having her man spooned up to her, and it wasn’t until he got up to make breakfast for her that she saw the text, spoiling her mood. It was round, yet had a backrest of sorts
“let’s just say I wanted a change of pace.” I said with a grin as I moved the cover off the ottoman.
