[mounee]

Mounne blushed at the words that came from that masculine silhouette cut to the light. How could this man guess what Mounee had done at night with that shirt! Naked beneath the sheets, he allowed the fabric to caress his skin, covered his body with that garment imagining that it was Edmond who actually covered him .. he thrust his arms through the sleeves of that shirt to smell its scent and impregnate itself with its smell. Mounee opened her thighs and felt her wet with her abundant precum.
- Ohhhhhhhhh, come on .. I want you with all my strength
His big hand imagining that it was the man's hand picked up some precum and then lubricated the burning ring of his asshole
- Mmmmm ... I feel so comfortable and excited!
He saluted two of his fingers and played for a few seconds with his pink and narrow ashole as that white shirt clung to his skin like a hug.
- Yeah, come on ... let me feel the head of your cock trying to get into me, fighting to penetrate me, to make me yours ... please! please...
Her nipples grew thicker and thicker, Mounee could feel them under the fabric of her shirt. I pinched and twisted them in pain and pleasure at the same time ..
- Mmmmm, please ... my nipples are very sensitive, I can not, I can not take that pleasure ..
And then, she would abandon herself to orgasm as one immerses herself in a hot tub. Every morning, Mounee had to wash his wet shirt again even with his fluids.
"Your shirt was fine, sir ... in case you do not agree, I could buy you a match."
He could not think the following: Would he have enough money to pay the price of that garment? Considering how impressive that mansion was and the luxury that prevailed everywhere ...