MY BOYFRIEND'S TEAMMATES 6.
A sob caught in Stacy's throat as she sank to her hands and knees on the floor, trying to steady herself, but the cold, dusty marble offered no grip. Her fingers slipped, her knees wobbled, and she pitched forward, unable to find the slightest balance.
The rough surface dug Into her knees as Ethan stepped forward, pressing his thick, veined c**k against her lips.
Stacy squeezed her eyes shut, tears slipping free to trall down her cheeks, before she finally parted her mouth.
The moment her lips parted, Ethan thrust forward, burying his c**k deep into her throat.
Stacy gagged, her body convulsing, but Ethan held her head firmly in place, his fingers tangled painfully in her hair.
The salty, musky taste of Ethan's c**k filled Stacy's mouth, coating her tongue
