“My name is Ivy. Indian sex “Yes, yes, please…” Logan gives in and slowly puts his rock hard cock into her. Ivy flies to the mansion unsure if she would find what she needed. now.” And she does remove the block. Ivy looks surprised before spreading her legs, showing him her dripping wet pussy. He throws her down on the bed and takes off his jacket. X asks. “Uh, uh, uhhh. … “My name is Ivy. “Yes, I need to find out what I am,” Ivy’s tone becomes even more urgent. “So you did like it,” she remarks with a smirk before kissing him much deeper this time. “Uh, uh, umm, uh, yes, thank you!” Ivy manages to get out while struggling to breathe evenly. The Prof. looks worried, “I cannot read her mind, something is blocking my telepathy,” sternly he looks to Ivy, “What is it?” “I’m sorry that’s me. “So you did like it,” she remarks with a smirk before kissing him much deeper this time. “You sure?” it was now his turn to tease. Logan stands there dumbfounded at what had just transpired and still breathing heavily.
