59. Michael

MICHAEL

T he white chocolate sauce runs down Alice’s chest, trailing a line down one of her big, glorious tits.

It’s graphic.

Vulgar.

And enough to send a pulse of release seeping out of my dick.

Then she starts to squirm.

Every movement she makes squeezes around my already straining cock.

Her tits bounce, and I wait until the perfect moment, wait until the sauce makes its way to where I want it before I tell her what to do next.

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