Spencer Reid Smut Novels & Stories

The first time Spencer met her, she'd been wearing a sky-blue sleeveless turtleneck that molded itself to her spectacular guns, making a lump form in his throat as he stared at the way the vertical ribs of her top flowed around and over her voluminous breasts. Spencer had looked at a lot of MILF porn in his time, having a fondness for older women since he'd been a teenager—like all boys—and men. And his mother-in-law Carole was prime MILF material, and he'd often fantasized about her, throwing his arm over his eyes and picturing her in a myriad of sexual activities—all the time while his wife, Peri, knelt between his legs and sucked him off. Yes—he'd blown many a load into his wife's mouth t

spencer: everyone sends me weird messages. [mr.spencer: I spent an hour trying to find your face and reach the bottom where I left you, but I couldn't.] [mr.spencer: I had to look for sybil and let him do it for me.] [mr.spencer: he told me that i’m stupid before accepting my phone. he just click the box on the upper corner and found you] [mr.spencer: why are you not replying?] (You missed a call from mr.spencer)