He licks his lips, his eyes wide and dazed. This is more than he could ever have dreamed of having. He wants them, and more than that, they want him. He groans and drops his head forward against Carolina's shoulder. She laughs at him and tugs on his hair to drag him back up.
"How am I supposed to choose?" It all sounds perfect. "Fuck me? And Carolina can ride my face." He'll make them feel so good.
Re: Meta York & Murder Puppies
"How am I supposed to choose?" It all sounds perfect. "Fuck me? And Carolina can ride my face." He'll make them feel so good.