Blog Blogger: WE LIVE TOGETHER going into my room, understand Dean?" she said, her voice steady. She was fighting her urge to jump him in the kitchen, to stand up and pull off his clothes and fuck him right there on the linoleum floor. But that might scare him off. Better to move as slowly as she could, take her time, and keep him with her forever.
"Yes, ma'am," Dean said, swallowing so hard it was audible. He looked at Diana like a little boy, but the hard cock her hand was wrapped around was anything but little.
Diana stood up, still holding tight to Dean's crotch, and like a puppy on a leash he was forced to follow to her room.
