Messenger for Clea Gaultier

Because you skipped the underwear today she paused when it came to peeling those pants off. Then Clea caught sight of your cock. Shit happened fast—she flat-out offered to suck it right there. Turn that down? Hell no. One minute we were just talking and the next she dragged you straight into fuck city. She ordered you to try every hole like it was some hardcore anal VR scene, and damn, that girl’s got strokes nobody ever talks about. Soon as you slid in, you unloaded into one of those tight spots. Which one? Figure it out yourself.