She regains some sort of composure and stammers, and she catches me eying her up. “Have you got no other lines or is that just your go to, huh? I find one of her just stood in a towel barely covering her. “Let me ask you something,” she says. She’s silent so I preempt her answer and say “what do you want, Tia?”
“Why are you stalking my Instagram?” she spits out. She screams even if she is at fault. There are extenuating circumstances and we don’t need to talk about it. “Let me ask you something,” she says. I start jerking my cock, keeping myself hard as I masturbate myself to the hardbody on the bed. She’s tight but that only adds to the pleasure as my tip passes her entrance and slips deep into her. I go to speak but she covers my mouth with one hand, and reaches for my cock with another. She continues. I can’t tell if she’s on the verge of tears or not.
