“We haven’t formally introduced ourselves, I’m Damion.” She cleared her throat and extended her hand toward his, “Cassy, it’s a pleasure.” Damion’s hand was warm and slightly calloused, but smooth. Porn They moved against each other for a bit longer, panting and biting while their hips combined in sloppy sounding thrusts before she cried out that she was going to cum. “Take me, Damion,” she whimpered, pressing herself wantonly against him, pulling him back to the still rumbling dryer. Later that week on Thursday, 5:30pm sharp, she entered the laundry room, meeting the sweet familiar scent of generic laundry soap and dryer sheets in the humid air. “Yes,” she breathed, the blush fading away slightly to a soft pink of arousal that coated her cheeks, “I do.”
His lips met her soft neck while
