Beautiful Butterfly, Beloved Wife

I felt a sense of nervousness and a bit of pride that he would invite me on a date and I’d definitely landed the prom King, which made me think, does that make me the prom Queen? Merry Christmas. “Hi handsome, I’ve missed you.” I replied, still a little nervous. Begging him to fill my ‘phat’ white pussy with his thick cream. I was excited. I could feel his hot breath against my hole. I hit the poppers again to pluck up my courage as I was was determined to exit this bathroom wearing nothing but these panties and a seductive smile. He knew just how to work me. I found myself bending forward slightly, with my hands resting on O’s shoulders. He made me cry and moan out and I didn’t care who could hear. Maybe it was just the effect he had on me but the familiar feelings of excitedness and nervousness consumed me. I felt O’s hand ease on my head and I immediately made a move to pull my head off his cock. O loved me taking control and working the shaft whilst sucking on the head, and Gabe would like to be more in control and was more forceful when thrusting that thick cock to the back of my throat and always left my mouth coated in