Raven's Plaything 4: Sunday Morning

Raven's Plaything 4: Sunday Morning by chronicbater

Go on and stroke however you like, just dry for now. You deserve some relaxing after I was so mean to you yesterday.

I really sorry I called you my whore. I was just— you know, in the moment.

I mean, you're definitely horny enough to be a slut, but whores, you know, fuck and stuff. All you've done is stroke for me. You're a strokeslut, not a whore, and I'm sorry for calling you names.