Home Creators Posts Import Register Favorites Logout

Content

Mirin’s nostrils flared to devour it. That stench was Erin, her desire and purpose as a female manifested as she stared down the pumping length of her better. Yes, Mirin thought and shoved harder. This asexual bitch was hers, to use and discard at her pleasure. Every gag from Erin brought her closer to ecstasy, the same as yesterday. No, not the same. Something was missing. 

Comments

No comments found for this post.