The beginning of the end; or the end of the beginning?
“How do I look baby?” she breathed at me. “Swollen, and open,” I hesitated to reply. “Not stretched?” she asked. I hesitated. She knew I would love hearing her pussy being described as stretched. She would love me looking at her and knowing she had taken a cock so big that it had physically stretched the walls and lips of her sacred pussy. “Yes,” I hesitated, “he has stretched you.”...Read On