Special Delivery; Part 2 of 3
James arrives bearing gifts, and things get good... really, really good!
“Oh, c’mon! I can’t do that.” “Go greet James with your lil’ pecker pokin’ out? Sure, you can, and you wouldn’t be fooling him in any event unless you change your pants too, with the wet pussy print on the front of your slacks.” I wasn’t bluffing. Around the base of his cock where it projected out of his open fly, was a near-perfect imprint of my sex, the light gray of his suit darkened to charcoal by my juices where he’d...