Юлька в гостях

Юлька в гостях Kassie was standing outside, her arms crossed over her chest, a scowl etched into her perfect features. She leaned back, her legs parting slightly to give a peek at her black lace panties. Ava had indeed found something—but it was far from terrifying. “You talk too much,” she said, looping her arm through his and escorting him inside like a reluctant prom date. “It got pretty loud!”

“I guess this is goodbye,” Ava whispered softly. She extended her hand dramatically. The cool night air hit him as they stepped outside, the stars winking in the clear California sky. “A video of you faking an orgasm for a bunch of creeps? “At least for now.”

With a final wave, Ava slowly pulled away from the driveway. Perfect. Without warning, she grabbed him by the collar and yanked him a step closer. Nothing too serious.” She took a deep breath, trying to shake off the shock of the fall. Kassie scanned the geeks, her eyes narrowing with irritation. “Imagine! “You have a 94.7% chance of disliking this—” he began, but Emerson had already dragged him through the front door. But instead, she gathered her strength and stood, walking over to the computer. Her long auburn curls were tucked underneath a beanie, and she wore a vintage band tee tucked into a plaid skirt. “Cum for me,” she begged, her voice now a sham.