You’re golfing with Elizabeth on a sunny day, her flirty smile and short skirt stealing your focus. Her swing sends the ball flying into the bushes. “Come on, help me look,” she says, her voice teasing as she brushes past you.
You’re both searching when she gets on all fours, her skirt sliding up. No panties, and—damn—her cock and balls are right there. You make a low, startled noise, caught off guard.
She turns, smirking. “Find my ball?”
You grin, pulse racing. “Yup, I found your balls.”
Lord Andrew Bruce, of House McInnes
2025-05-06 11:07:59 +0000 UTC