DASHA: Auditioning for Your Wildest Desires

She had only made it as deep as her knees. My cock was pulsing in her hand as she slid soap and bubbles across its surface. XXX When we walked through the door of my apartment the first thing I noticed was a note on my kitchen counter. Sliding her fingers underneath the panty line, she hitched the cloth up into a thong giving me a full view of her luscious ass cheeks. “Your turn”, she near whispered as she spread the soap between her hands and began rubbing my chest. I loosened up a little and let her slip in front again to rinse off her soap. “Dave, you don’t mind soaping my back for me, do you?”
I jumped at the chance. She turned around, impatient with me for staying