Shelly Griebel

She was just too heated to wait. Focused on his last lines, she could hear his voice in her head, "Now, little girl, I am going to bed. You have your orders…cum soaked panties before bed." Michelle’s hands found their way into her hair, her nails brushing up her scalp into a stretch. When she brought her hands back down, she let them drag behind her neck and down, over her collar bone and down between her breasts to her belly, only touching skin where the silk had fallen open. Both hands lifted up cupping her breasts and easing the ache