COMPOUND2 *Trisha’s story* His lover #4, Trisha, was on her knees, hands behind her back ready to pleasure John. John set his semi-hard cock head on her tongue, running his fingers gently through her dark brown hair, then her cheek bone. “I love your body round with child.. Our child. But Trish, I’ve grown tired of wilting in your mouth.” He said so as he withdrew his now limp dick from her lips, walking to the lounge in their room with unmasked displeasure on his face. Trisha stood and brought him a glass of whiskey, rubbing his shoulders, trying to ease...
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