Mafia's Son
Tongue, legs, fingers.
She turns me around underwater and his fingers look for my puffy, desiring sex.
Vagina, labia, moisture.
He caught me against the wall and pulled my hair.
I Moan, his name, mine.
I ended up against his penis, and he had to pull it out to ejaculate masturbating with my buttocks.
The day I met Black, I knew he would be an intense man without ever imagining what his limits would be. Or even worse, the lack of these.