Hey there… look at you, pervert.
Dark lipstick, long dark hair, black choker, tiny strappy leather top barely covering these tits, and those cut-out leather boots all the way up my thighs.
A real woman. Not your boring wife.
I looked at her. I can’t blame you.
She’s pathetic. I’m sitting here in this outfit making you stare at my face, my tits, my armpits.
Forget that slut. Stroke nice and slow. Don’t cum.
Slap your balls. Softly. Then slap your dick. That’s what you get for staying with her.
Be a good boy. I want you weak and addicted.
Leave that boring bitch. You don’t cum until you do.
I don’t do second place.
