Charles plopped down on her bed while she sat at her computer, the first time she’d gone there first. “Ooohhh!” cooed Bridget, “I love a fighter! XXX Bridget kept talking to him calmly about what she was going to do to him, “you’re such a pathetic boy, being used by a girl like me…” she started rocking back and forth on his chest and she moaned quietly, “mmmmmm!” she hummed, “that feels so nice!” Charles let out a faint moan into her hand. The last few throbs ended with her white cream dripping out the tip of her spent penis. Not really sure where to look, Charles stared at Bridget’s perky C-cup breasts. It’s only been a week.
