Alexis Ford is ready to fuck her Sugar Daddy
Soaring first-class was pure ecstasy; Michael wouldn't let his prized fucktoy travel any other way. A sleek black car was already waiting to whisk me straight to his opulent corporate penthouse, where he'd use me however he wanted. He summons me whenever his cock gets hard or he needs a hot piece of ass on his arm at some lavish gala, and I fucking live for it—spreading my legs and taking every thick inch like the eager slut I am. He floods my account with cash and drowns me in designer gifts, all while I get to moan and beg as he rails my dripping pussy raw, pounding me deep and hard until I'm shaking. No fucking way I'm ever giving this up.
