I can’t wait to show you what Daddy does to me.”
Julie felt herself blush with jealous awe. Desi sex “What is that?” The man mused. Her blouse was still unbuttoned, and the wool of the blanket scratched pleasantly at Julie’s nipples. “Then why do your fingers smell like you were playing with your slutty little pussy?”
Julie trembled. Her second gulp stung her throat. “No, please stop,” Julie dribbled nervously. I love when you hurt me on your cock!” Phone Julie admitted happily. But her mouth still tasted like something strong. “Are you sick?” The man asked. Julie wriggled her hips upward, involuntarily, forcing the man’s face into her slit. . She grew flush, but much to Julie’s amazement, she didn’t turn away. Already, Phone Julie had obvious handprints on her butt. Her clammy back cooled against the headboard, Julie heard sudden sharp inhales.
