The Man of the House – Prologue

<Previous> | <Table of Contents> | <Next> “Eat my cunt, you slut!” her sweaty legs were wrapped around my neck, and the pungent scent of her sweet nectar box pushed down against my face. I instinctively stuck out my tongue, but it wasn’t enough for her. She pushed herself down on my face, forcing my … Continue reading The Man of the House – Prologue