The Secret Pleasures Of Cassandra
Knowing Cass, I knew it was probably not something done deliberately.
I had even gotten a text from Neil, from Cass' phone, calling us Eskimo brothers, the insensitive bastard. And then a video later, in the middle of the night. It was Cass' cute face on a pillow, seemingly sleeping. Then, from above, shot a fountain of cum all over her face, making her giggle. Needless to say, that one video was plenty of... material.