“Wait up. Blowjob sex “What…” asked Erica. But she didn’t know what and she didn’t know how to fix it. “Don’t leave me. Laura watched Erica’s eyes widen, and she tried to pull away, only to have Michael’s hand grab her hair and pull her tight against his crotch. You’ll be my fucktoy.”
Erica didn’t know what to make of that. The next morning, Laura had realised her solution. Laura grabbed her by her hair and dragged her forward. “Erica!” commanded Laura, placing the remaining dishes on the kitchen bench. He gasped, and then at the same time his hips began to twitch and buck against Erica’s face. Laura counted with two picks of her own, plus a perverted hentai show whose description she knew would titillate Michael.
