Chase lay down on the ground and Faith positioned herself on top of him, squatting down and rubbing her slit on his cock. “There we go,” she laughed with him. Porn “Especially if we keep talking and stop moving.”
Faith sighed. When she sat back down she did everything she could to avoid eye contact with him, from studying the food to looking up at the sky to scratching the back of her neck to even playing, ‘Hey, what’s that over there?’
Chase, however, was not being so modest. He felt like his closeness to his sunlight was burning him – the same feeling that made him look away or respond with ice whenever he felt any kind of connection with her.
