“I pressed my forehead to his shoulder and put my hands on his biceps, and without an ounce of tenderness, he pulled my hair back and down until I was on my knees with the slick head of his cock… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“When he sensed she was too far gone to pull back, he released his hold on her hair and she rested her forehead on his shoulder as he played her like his own private orchestra of silence, writhing and squirming… — Ivory Quinn Copy Share Image
