A soft gasp escapes me when I find that Mason’s not wearing anything underneath. I sit back on my haunches for a moment to admire him. He’s gorgeous. Just like I remembered. His cock is thick and long and begging to be touched, with a prominent vein throbbing rhythmically along its length. I get a flashback to how good those nine inches felt inside my pussy that night at the motel, how that dick stretched my walls to the max, how it hit all the way to the back, how it felt jerking and releasing inside me. At the memory, I’m forced to clench my thighs.
Gotta love it when they go commando. 🤤🤤
