My Private Locker Secret: Surrendering to Henri’s Cock on the Terrace
I’ve kept this locked in my private mental locker for so long. The thrill of spilling it now, just for you, makes my pulse race. That weekend at Henri’s Bordeaux estate. Saturday night. The terrace. Candles flickering. Night air warm on my bare thighs under my short black dress. No panties. No stockings. Just me,…