He pulled me up, his hands already on my waist, and pushed me against my front door. His mouth was on mine and he was whispering all this filthy shit about how he'd watched me too. His dick was so hard against my thigh. He lifted my dress, no cap, his fingers sliding right into my wet pussy. I was moaning into his mouth, and he just goes, "You're gonna be so loud for me, aren't you?" I could only gasp and nod. He carried me inside, and it was about to be iconic. His wedding ring felt so cold against my skin. Sheesh.Low-key obsessed? Spill more tea here or peep other stories!
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