B Class: My Life As A Club Slave
Inside the mind of a well used club girl.
LAST NIGHT The cock driving into my ass was not exceptionally big, but he had a wicked upcurve. The thrusts were sweet, but the pull-backs were hitting some nerve that made my whole lower half spasm. It was painful yet not unpleasant. The pussy I was eating was snippy with the cock as each spasm made me yelp. My lips and tongue were not doing their best work. She scoffed in disgust and grabbed my hair, introducing me to t...