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Damn it, why can't I help myself in these moments? I understand perfectly well that this is all stupid, but it really matters to me whether this guy likes my boobs or not ... Although I know very well that they are fucking awesome! At least he noticed that for him I tried all morning and put on this stupid bright makeup and put on these hoop earrings ... God, how humiliating it all is every time

Fuck... I hate it when this happens. Well... tell me please, do you like my boobs? I know very well that yes, but for some reason I very, very strongly doubt it, and this is fucking very important to me! And ... maybe we'll end here?

Let's get the fuck out of those bushes and go back to that stupid college party by the fucking river.

Fuck, dude, please get away from me and don't put your hands on my chest... I hope my displeased face doesn't scare him off and he... fuck, those thoughts again... what the hell every fucking time?! fuck... that kiss... your fucking stubble really scratches my face. You know about it? I would love to just send you to hell, but this inner desire not to offend you and be "perfect" for you is simply unbearable. Next time I can't resist it

Oh... the feeling of your rough hands and touching my chest... fucked up... Jake... what the hell are you in... why did I just make this stupid wish... this is not how I imagined "student life with a horny partner with whom I would be in love"

What... what are you doing? Why is your hand on my head and why are you forcing me to sit lower... oh shit! No! No! No! I will not do it! I have never done this before! I won't do this "quickie Jess". Go fuck yourself.... your cock is so big up close... fuck... it makes me want to pick it up and then lick it.... Jake! Stop! Please! No... I don't want to... but then we'll break up and... God, I have to do it... and in such a way that he likes it!

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