He would sit on his ottoman, cock in hand, his breathing laboured, beads of sweat on his forehead, as he enjoyed the show
. This wasn’t like masturbation, his imagination had long since fled, screaming.
. So in a lustful state I moaned"Yes I wanna do you so bad". She kissed me as she gently stroked my dick
He would sit on his ottoman, cock in hand, his breathing laboured, beads of sweat on his forehead, as he enjoyed the show
. This wasn’t like masturbation, his imagination had long since fled, screaming.
. So in a lustful state I moaned"Yes I wanna do you so bad". She kissed me as she gently stroked my dick
He would sit on his ottoman, cock in hand, his breathing laboured, beads of sweat on his forehead, as he enjoyed the show
. This wasn’t like masturbation, his imagination had long since fled, screaming.
. So in a lustful state I moaned"Yes I wanna do you so bad". She kissed me as she gently stroked my dick
