I finally saw it, and holy shit. I could see the massive bulge building in his pants like nothing I’d ever seen. XXX “Please, Mr. Hands on my tits. My tiny, pasty ivory body. What am I going to do with you?”
“I think you got an idea.”
But I didn’t move. Jesus Christ, his cock was easily bigger than my forearm. Three, maybe. Devonte came hard as I pushed into my first orgasm on Emil’s massive horsecock. On my opposite asscheek, over my skirt. By the time I unbuckled for in-flight service, my thighs were dripping, my eyelids were fluttering, and my cheeks were flush. Hands on my tits. But today, I was excited. Other girls always knew the path: marry your high school sweetheart, buy a house a block away from your parents.
