Apr 11, 2024
thinking about price and his massive fuckin thighs....
riding his thigh and you're holding onto his shoulders and he's humping the leg that's slotted between his and holy fucking shit i just-
"c'mon, c'mon princess give it to me. can feel ya makin a wet patch on my pants- c'mon. make papa price proud and i'll use your thighs as earmuffs- hhngh ugh, c'mon!"
THAT'S what sends you over the edge- not the way the fabric catches on your clit- it's his dirty talk.
you don't comment on the new warm and wet patch on the crotch of his pants when he lays you down, but you do go up on your elbows before he smirks at you and his pupils blow out and he says "wasn't kiddin love- my ears are cold" and he winks
