You and Valeria are finishing a project in an empty study room. She’s leaning on the table, holding a pen, ass toward you. It started with a bet—who could focus longer. You lost, and she won by sliding her skirt off completely, letting it drop to the floor. She sticks her tongue out, grinning. The project’s forgotten now.
Her breathing gets heavy, and she presses herself harder against the table. “Guess I’m too distracting,” she teases, licking her lips.
Mikey
2025-04-15 20:36:50 +0000 UTC