Dec 1, 2015
"Well, Well, Well"
She’d been alone in the apartment, at least that’s what Veronica had thought. She was sat on the couch, her hand moving beneath the waistline of her panties, her breath coming out in rapid pants as she fingers moved inside of her folds and her palm brushed against her clit. It was the sound of footsteps that broke her from her trance, the blonde looking up and glaring at the man who had interrupted her. “Ever heard of knocking?”