Three feet of cock- 1

She stroked his beard, savoring the rough feeling of his thick hair under her fingertips. Her free hand wandered downwards. “Darling, why don’t you take a break? You’ve been working so hard today. Don’t you deserve a reward before everyone shows up?” Her hand reached its prize, and she gave his cock an inquisitive squeeze. “Oooh, hard already?” She began to stroke it slowly through his shorts. She loved teasing him, bringing him close to orgasm and suddenly stopping, leaving him begging for more, until his patience broke and he took her by force in order to satisfy his urges. A delightful tingle coursed through her crotch at the thought of it.

“Perrie… You know David and Batoul are always early… We don’t have time,” he reasoned, but his heart wasn’t in it. From the moment they had first met, a primal, animal passion had existed between them that neither of them could deny. Many were the nights that Tristan had been woken up in the middle of the night because Perrie had had an erotic dream and needed her dreams to become reality right then and there.