The Trip to San Francisco

The Trip to San Francisco by slavechylde

Woo—that seems to have gotten to you.

Even through the webcam I can see the strain on your face.

Nice.

Just think what you have waiting for you when you come home.

You just have to hang on and remember our deal. You follow my rules on this trip, and you get to stay. You cum, or decide not to play anymore, well—

Bring yourself to the edge, baby. Think about me and these panties.