Naughty Empires
I came like that, under her guidance—shuddering, thighs quaking as fresh juices spilled over our joined fingers.
But that wasn’t the end. She helped me up, leading me to a more comfortable area where Uncle Sam was waiting. He was a tall, broad man with a calm confidence, someone who had always been around the edges of our circle, offering quiet support. His eyes lit up when he saw us approach, taking in my disheveled state.
“She’s been exploring some new interests,” my mummy friend explained with a soft laugh, handing him the phone. “Thought you might help her dive deeper.”