Wanna Lap Dance
2012·15 min·93% liked·7.3K Views
Zarrah slipped into my private back room where rules don't exist. I worked two fingers inside her until her thighs shook, then pulled them out glistening and pressed them between my lips. Her taste still coats my tongue—tart, warm, and unmistakably hers. Guess I treat my customers pretty well.













