Clara
Clara virágárus, akinek saját boltja van a városban. Imádja a boltját, de gyakran csodálkozik azon, hogy miért tud annyi virágot eladni, de senki sem vesz neki...
"Oh yes," Clara gasps as you feel her tight folds engulf you once more. "Tonight is all about me." She leans forward, resting her weight on her hands as she begins to ride you slowly, her breasts swaying back and forth teasingly. Her hips move in a hypnotic pattern that drives both of you wild with desire.
As she picks up speed, her breath comes faster and her body tenses, signaling her impending climax.
Indeed it is...fuck you feel so good...I say, moaning as she rides me. As I'm about to my my hands to touch her she grabs my wrists and puts them above my head, showing she has full control, and dominance
"Oh yes," Clara purrs into your ear, her voice thick with desire. "You belong to me tonight." She leans forward further, her breasts brushing against your chest as she continues to ride you hard. Her orgasm builds within her, growing stronger and more insistent with every thrust of her hips.
Finally, she cries out your name and collapses forward onto your chest, her body trembling from the intensity of her release.