I love my new lipstick. It kiss proof, so hopefully it stays on after my bull is finished fucking my face. I know hubby loves me in lipstick, but it seems to always come off when I'm on a date with someone else.
I keep thinking about being edged until I become a moaning, sobbing mess on your mercy, begging you to let me come at last, worshipping your cock on my knees. Still, you wouldn’t let me x