Whenever you call, baby, I roll up
His mouth moved up, kissing her deeply as he pulled her closer to his chest. “So wet for me,” he moaned.
Flick moaned, gripping his hair tighter. “I’m always wet for you, baby.”
"Oh, Flick," he groaned, moving his lips to her neck as his fingers sunk farther into her wet heat, juices moving down his hand. "You feel so good. And I'm not even inside you yet."















