“s’just talk, sweetheart.” He looks at your tits as you adjust your suit. “You know I’m not really gonna fuck ya, right?”
. . .⌚. . .
he nods silently, and a surge of arousal runs through you. "Yeah," he nods again. "I am." . . . Then he whispers in your ear, "'m'gonna fuck ya, sweetheart," drawing a moan from you.
the wall to ring doorbell pipeline runs full of cum










