The Creamy Pie Club
Category:
Fetish
22.09.2024
I knocked on the door with my wife, Linda, by my side. The door opened but was held tight by a chain as light peeked out from inside. "Chocolate banana," I said. The door closed and was soon re-opened without the lock. We entered hand in hand. The door was shut behind us and quickly locked. A short man stood there looking us over.
"Welcome," he said in a low voice. "The club is meeting downstairs. Please leave your clothes in the living room before proceeding down," he said, handing us a plastic container.