A.K.A Charlie Chase Charlie liked to be known by his alias when he dropped the good-guy act. Straight-laced accountant by day, hard-pumping cock by night. That big dick of his slid out when the tie came off. He'd lay girls back and work them open with slow, deep strokes until they were begging for his seed. Fat head, thick shaft - he kept it moving until their thighs shook and their moans turned hoarse. Sometimes he'd flip them face down, grip their hips hard, and drive in balls-deep while they clutched the sheets and whimpered his fake name.
A.K.A Charlie Chase Charlie liked to be known by his alias when he dropped the good-guy act. Straight-laced accountant by day, hard-pumping cock by night. That big dick of his slid out when the tie came off. He'd lay girls back and work them open with slow, deep strokes until they were begging for his seed. Fat head, thick shaft - he kept it moving until their thighs shook and their moans turned hoarse. Sometimes he'd flip them face down, grip their hips hard, and drive in balls-deep while they clutched the sheets and whimpered his fake name.