Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349
I watched Dillon play on the floor with his little cars. The mat under him was decorated to resemble a town, with a road that wound around it. He was on his hands and knees, making the car race along the winding road with his cute little ass up in the air. It’s wrong, I know, but as he hummed to make the engine rev, I wondered what those little vibrating lips would feel like wrapped around Mommy’s hardon.
Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349
Imagine your hands are tied above your head, and you lie before me completely naked with your legs spread wide. I’m sitting between your thighs in an open black robe. The swell of my tits teases your eyes, and my left leg is draped over your thigh, pinning your lower half in place.
My hand jerks your little dick mercilessly. No matter how you strain, you can’t escape the pending orgasm. Every stroke of my hand and wobble of my tits brings you closer and closer, and just as you can no longer hold it back, my hand lets go, and your orgasm is ruined. We both watch your pathetic cock spew its load in weak dribbles as you beg me to help finish it off. I don’t. The only thing I’ll help you with is a double ruin.