“Ruger, didn’t she leave a helping of cream all over your big dick?” “Yes,” I rasp, wetting my lips. Rubbing myself through the fly of my pants. Klay hums low and long, shifting his lower body against Wendy’s hips. Her breath catches. Stutters out. But she still twists, digging her heels into the bed in an attempt to gain her freedom. “I can’t. I c-can’t do this.”
