Claim Me, Daddies : A Spicy Erotica Collection
Slur it bold, too drunk for filters.
She grins wickedly, grabs my hand. "Thought you'd never ask, groom boy." Floor's packed, bodies grind.
"Fúck it, let's keep partying," slurs one buddy.
She backs ass into me, soft, round perfection rubbing bulge. Lap dance turns filthy: hips roll slowly, teasing my shaft through pants. "Feel that? You're packing," purrs over music, grinding harder.