“The next dressing room’s bigger,” he told her, as he pulled her with him to the larger space. Pushing her to the floor, he knelt behind her and did the deed. Still in leather, still in collar and cuffs, she was submissive enough yielding to the commotion in her dark portal that needed relief. He was quick, taking hardly a dozen thrusts to reach a climax. Just like she liked it best, Kelly kicked off with a mean finale as the man pinched her clit hard to the very end.
“I suppose you could get a few pages for your book from this,” Jerry said, as he was standing behind her wiping his d**k.
Kelly sitting back on her legs, looked at his face, wanting know how she could lose herself this way, and she wasn’t even drunk. He wasn’t a lover, he was just a f**k. Maybe that’s all she needed. Maybe
