Uncontrollable Fucking Orgasms In Brisbane

Back at my place Charlie spots the FuckPassVR Passport on the coffee table. Her eyes go wide, pupils blowing out. She picks it up, running her thumb over the stamped visas while a grin spreads across her face. "You dirty fucker," she laughs, already tugging her shirt up. The moment it hits the floor her mouth's on mine and we're tasting each other's hunger. Charlie drops to her knees, fingers working my belt, and suddenly we're two animals tearing through clothes instead of talking ideas. Her hand grips my cock like she owns it, stroking once, twice, before she leans in with that wicked little smirk and takes me deep.