I don’t wanna hear not a fucking word out of your mouth when I’m fucking it or ur ass. Only tears that’s all ur aloud to do, I wanna see that mascara run down ur cock filled cheeks. Do I make myself clear?
Leaving Jess to clean up, you head over to your last stop of the day, a tardy kangaroo by the name of Yara. Anya has a message for her, one that should be delivered personally. [Futa] [Futa on Male] [Anthro] [Light Somnophilia] [Oral] [Part 6 of 7]