She told me to fuck off nearly at the same time she told to
me to fuck her. She didn’t like the
games of romance or the fakeness of foreplay.
She was hungry for a good fucking and that’s what my cock was there
for. I hardened realizing the piercings
and tattoos were not a desperate cry for attention. She was for real. A stone cold bitch who knew what she wanted
and took it when she wanted it. As she
undid my buckle forcefully, playing rough with me, I was glad to be her easy
ignorant momentary need.
Photo Title: I broke My Nail ... This One
Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Brian M Photography
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