Then un-buttoned them
. .
. He momentarily let go of my tush and i braced my hands on his knees, arched my back and truly presented my self to him.
Hands now roaming down my chest, the roughness of his palms almost like sandpaper on my nipples, cupping them at first, then tweaking them between thumb and index finger…
Then un-buttoned them
. .
. He momentarily let go of my tush and i braced my hands on his knees, arched my back and truly presented my self to him.
Hands now roaming down my chest, the roughness of his palms almost like sandpaper on my nipples, cupping them at first, then tweaking them between thumb and index finger…
Then un-buttoned them
. .
. He momentarily let go of my tush and i braced my hands on his knees, arched my back and truly presented my self to him.
Hands now roaming down my chest, the roughness of his palms almost like sandpaper on my nipples, cupping them at first, then tweaking them between thumb and index finger…
