Paul was really a slave to his art. He always stays behind after my ballet class and I’m worried his obsession is becoming unhealthy. What starts out as a few stretches quickly blossoms into something much more sinful and soon I’m teaching him how to relax and unwind, claiming his virginal length like a pro. I'm twenty years his senior, but I don't care. I want him and I'm going to get him.
Read how I get him off inside me.