Chapter 32 A Twisted Devotion 2
- SLOANE'S POINT OF VIEW.
- He strokes his cock with unhurried fingers as he looks me dead in the eyes.
- Next thing I know, he bridges the distance between us and brushes my cheeks softly. With his face buried in my neck, he thrusts the tip of his cock in my pussy softly. I wince at the contact; his top already feels huge for my virgin hole, as it tears through my walls.