Manipulating Marlene: Part Ten
- Hamlin
- Jul 2
- 4 min read
Eric didn’t give Marlene time to recover. Before she could wipe the tears and drool off her chin, he grabbed a handful of her wild, curly hair and tugged her upright, forcing her to look at him. His cock, still twitching and glistening, bobbed inches from her lips, and her brain snapped awake just enough to recognize what was about to happen.
