“F-----f**k!” Denny grunted.
His head felt limp, falling backward to lean on the backrest of the couch. Denny felt all his stress of the day leave his tired body and mind as he floats in the ecstasy of her service. He didn’t have to tell her what to do. He felt like every move of hers was what his body just needed. She is new, but she knew just how to take his soul away from his tired and stressed body.
The client groaned and growled his reactions to her sensual ministrations. And so, when he felt like he was soon to burst out, he asked the girl to sit on his lap. Just right above his c**k, rubbing it against her still cloth-cladded p***y. The service girl obediently obliged, honestly, because she felt her legs starting to cramp kneeling for quite a while.
Denny started to caress Trisha
