Going for Gold -Part XI
Finding inspiration in the craziest places…
My legs start to wobble as I stand there and let the security guard finger me. I put a hand on his shoulder to steady myself, feeling the thickness of his uniform and the hard muscle underneath.
“Spread your legs,” he orders me and I oblige, allowing him better access. He slips a second finger in, keeping his thumb on my clit and I start to buck against…