Wait for ten minutes, please.”
Sighing with a smile, Tommy simply just nodded his head. “Hmm,” Jade put on an adorable look of confusion on her face, twisting her mouth to the side, furrowing her brow, and squinting at the spill. Indian sex ‘What the fuck do you think she is doin’?’
‘And that’s why I’m the brain. To refrain from crying out in a mix of pleasure and torture, he latched his hands onto Jade’s exposed ass, pulling her closer to him, and also rubbing his caged cock into Jade’s willing pussy. Tommy fancied himself a poet of sorts, and since Jade moved in with his father and himself, he had found his muse in Jade, and when he wasn’t masturbating to fantasies about the romantic possibilities between himself and Jade, he would find himself scribbling poetry verses professing his love for her on every scrap of paper he could find. Thrusting as hard as he could to take his mind off of what was happening to his neck. She wore a thin golden chain around her neck with a black pendant hanging from the middle of the necklace. “Have a seat, Tommy,” the same husky voice that he heard over the phone instructed him from the dark.
