ਕਲੱਬਸਵੀਟਹਾਰਟਸ - ਅਨਸਤਾਯਸ਼ਾ ਬੀ, ਮੀਆ ਮੁਰਕੋਵਸਕੀ - ਸਲੀਪਓਵਰ ਭਾਗ 2।

ਕਲੱਬਸਵੀਟਹਾਰਟਸ - ਅਨਸਤਾਯਸ਼ਾ ਬੀ, ਮੀਆ ਮੁਰਕੋਵਸਕੀ - ਸਲੀਪਓਵਰ ਭਾਗ 2।

Did you bounce right off my dick and onto his?”

“Where are you going?” Jessica climbed to her knees as she watched me with tears streaming down her cheeks. Hell, better than good!”

“We were. Then she muttered something under her breath. My cock pulsed, and we both felt white ropes of warm semen coat the walls of her pussy. “You were going to ask me?”

“To marry me, yeah,” I said, donning my socks and shoes. There were thousands of women in New York. I grabbed my pants and began pulling them on, trying to feel nothing again. “I didn’t know…”

“That doesn’t matter,” I snarled as I grabbed my wallet and keys. I rarely saw it this late in the day and was fortunate enough to find a seat—a small miracle. She was at a comfortable weight with just a bit extra to make her ass and tits even more formidable. It was a good childhood. “What do you mean then?”

“I don’t think I’m going to move,” she replied. “Can we talk about this!?”

I stopped at the door and turned to look at her. I just hate the whole dating thing.”

“I don’t blame you. After two full minutes of making out, she broke her kiss and rolled away from me so she lay on her back. Jessica was broke. I imagined proposing to her when she finished moving here.”

“Damn, dude,” he said. Jesus, Jess! The din of a busy coffee shop slipped into white noise as I drank my coffee, stared into space, and spent time processing my breakup.