Make Me Cum In My Shorts

It's their anniversary and Michael blanked on it. London is pissed and Michael knows the fastest way to dig himself out is to shut up and take it. She bought new booty shorts just for this and wants him to check them the hard way. She spells it out: follow every order or those shorts stay glued on until next year and so does any pussy. He keeps his hands off and his mouth open for whatever she feeds him. London loves to drag it out, smirking while she grinds against his face or palms, letting the thin fabric get slick and warm. Every tease turns sharper until her whole mood flips. Once the teasing breaks, she turns feral, clawing, riding, biting, shoving his dick wherever she wants it, using every inch of those tight shorts to trap heat and mess until she’s finished with him.