Vixen Stories
A damp of kisses were being showered on my shoulder, and with the use of only his teeth, he was able to remove my spaghetti strap which caused my boobs to sprung out.
“You whore. Fuck! I missed them,” his hot mouth immediately covered my tits.
I was adjusting myself just to give him more access. His fingers were doing amazing in my pussy, his mouth and tongue were casting magic on my tits, and his legs were doing their job to warm up my exposed legs.
Every part of him was giving action.
“I w-want you, Hendrix…”
I couldn’t even recognize my own voice anymore. I sounded crying, more like begging for his cock.