Real homemade amateur baise
I think that was the first time I remember crying.
" Five minutes later, I watched the two of them slowly make their way to the door without another word or a look back at me. As soon as we were alone, Chris secured the lock and chain on the door, chuckling.
Or the money.
But I bit my lip, wanting to let him finish.
" He removed his hand from my shirt then rested the velvet-covered box on my stomach. There were soft clicking sounds while he spun the numbers on the lock and when the latch released.
Pausing on my shoulder where his other fingers joined the play, gliding over my arm. Following the curve of my breast.
" My gaze slowly returned to him.