I remember Luna.
Her pretty, pretty face. Her pouty lips. Her perfect breasts. Her striking curves.
Her hunger for attention.
What I wouldn’t give to lavish more attention on her, to tie her, spread-eagled, to a bed once again, to press her magic wand against her clit til she’s writhing, til she’s begging for me to stop.
What I wouldn’t give to fill her mouth with my cock, to pound my cock deep into her cunt, to drive her hips as she rides me.