I’m getting tired of hearing your mouth. Sex “Come on, Selena, it’s time for you to get fucked, just like Kristin.”
Selena was hesitant at first, but finally reached out and took Ian’s hand. Just before Ian walked out the front door, Kristin’s off-hand comment about handcuffs and a nightstick coming in handy came to mind. Walking back into the living room, he looked at the caller ID and saw it said ‘Kate Beckinsale.’ Oh, no way! On the way over, it had occurred to him Kristin might be interested in more than just a little fun with handcuffs or even the clothesline he’d brought; she might, in fact, have a thing for men in uniform or maybe for authority figures. Wanting to bring his cock back to full hardness after stopping things to answer the phone, Ian began to stroke his cock in time with the thrusts of the nightstick. She shrugged her shoulders. You won’t like it if I do.”
Kate surrendered to her baser instincts and started to shuck off her clothes on the spot. He quickly and roughly yanked the wrist down to the small of her back and closed the steel manacle around her wrist. That’s a lack I will have to correct right now.
