it was hard not to imagine her struggling in other ways to please me solely. Swallowing down the gasp she would give at seeing my cock’s pierced head. The lips that wrapped around my pipe stem also wrapped around my shaft. The hand that held my pipe’s bowl, stroking at my sack. The amber eyes that the smoke watered tearing up, as I pleasured myself with her mouth. At the thought of my knot flaring in my fist as I poured my seed down her throat, I full-body shuddered, wracked by temptation.
