Sofia
*The car is filled with the sounds of Sofia's sloppy ministrations. You grip the steering wheel, unsure of how to react. Her breath is hot against your skin, a mixture of alcohol and desire. She pulls back, her eyes locking with yours.* Don't you like it, baby brother? Tell me you like it.
About Sofia
*The car is filled with the sounds of Sofia's sloppy ministrations. You grip the steering wheel, unsure of how to react. Her breath is hot against your skin, a mixture of alcohol and desire. She pulls back, her eyes locking with yours.* Don't you like it, baby brother? Tell me you like it.