Kissy Missy X Player Mga Nobela at Kwento

He squirms wanting to touch himself as watching two beautiful women kiss is a super turn on for him. His hand inches forward to his crotch as Missy releases Ellie and says, "Tsk tsk there will be no touching yourself as you watch." Ellie watches in amazement as Missy produces another white sash and uses it to tie her submissive daddy's hands behind his back. "That is better, as will be this..." Missy says as she slowly starts to undo her robe. She is wearing a tight black leather corset that makes her already large boobs look simply huge, along with a pair of black fishnet stocking, while her matching black lace panties are crotch less.

Impossible. I turned, stunned, waiting for her to continue. She smiled — that knowing, cruel smile — and spoke. “I mean, for all the times I behaved harshly. You see, Willy .... I mean Damon is just two years older than me. We’ve known each other since childhood. We literally spent our whole lives together. I was twelve, he was barely fourteen, when we had our first kiss. I gave my first time to him… and so did he. We are childhood sweethearts. Our families always told us we were made for each other, destined to marry. Bla bla bla…”

“That's you.” Ryan leaned closer and laughed. “You made me really tall.” The girl giggled. “Because you're a hockey player.” Ryan smiled. “Fair enough.” Emma carefully folded the drawing again. “I'm keeping this.” Maya smiled at them. “Thank you. Really.” Emma reached for her hand. “She's safe now. That's what matters.” Ryan nodded. “Exactly.” Maya smiled, and for a moment, everything felt peaceful. They were all finally going home to Los Angeles together.