My Mouth Waters, My Hand Strikes, My Strap-on Dominates – He’s Nothing But My Personal Plaything

Consider yourself lucky, pal. XXX It’s just an act. We entered the building and went through metal detectors. I’m a lawyer for your grandfather’s estate. I get to…” The rest of my words died on my lips as I saw who’d asked the question. “That was the seventieth time someone’s asked me that question today and it was starting to get old.”
“Ah,” Natalie said. I’d thought about keeping my day off. Exactly.”
“God,” Natalie huffed, “What a cunt!”
“Everyone thinks I dodged a bullet,” I said. Later, loser.”
She turned the corner and walked away, firmly shoulder-checking Gerald on the way just enough to jostle him, but not enough to make him spill any of his coffee. I’ll take the car.”
“Excellent. You could have done way better than her.

My Mouth Waters, My Hand Strikes, My Strap-on Dominates – He’s Nothing But My Personal Plaything

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