One Night #WATTYS2019
"Here," she said, leaning over slightly and holding her pastry bag next to an eclair, "you push the tip in the hole and then squeeze gently until it's filled with cream." Eclairs were the last thing on my mind now. Tip. Hole. Cream. My cock stiffened. I ran a hand along my jaw. I should get out of here. She looked ov...