His Fantasy
Straddling his face, I continue to grind. “Don’t stop, baby girl,” Sylvester whispers in my ear. “Yes, Sir,” I moan, “not until I cream on his hard nose.” Grinding harder and feeling the vibration, I can no longer hold off my orgasm. “That’s it, baby girl.” Moaning out loud while my legs shake, I collapse on my teddy bear. Looking up at my kinky boyfriend, I smile. ”I’m so happy I could indulge in your fantasy of what nau...