I know what you're thinking... You're imagining the feeling of my butt clenched around your dick, milking out every drop of cum you can produce as I keep your cock nestled tightly between my ass cheeks aren't you?
[F] By the time she yanked on her old jeans and a battered plaid flannel shirt, she felt almost normal. Calm, as she plugged in the coffee pot. But the nightmare was still very much on her mind, because it wasn’t a dream ... It was a memory.