My hand went slid straight down over her stomach to her pussy. I was ready to explode, and then she slid her tongue inside of me moving it around wildly
. . “C-can I just use my mouth on it?” She attempted to barter with him with tone to her voice that was soft and beseeching, even going so far to give her pouty lips a lick so they looked glossy to entice him
. The lips of her pussy were bruised purple and hanging slack under a thick froth of churned seed and her sopping arousal. She was panting, moaning, and writhing beneath him
You need to be punishment-fucked.
I was clueless as to what I was doing. I watched as his hand dropped from my chin
. It was 10:30 PM on a Wednesday night and my wife Pam was four hours late getting home from work, she would have a good excuse and it would have to do with sex
My hand went slid straight down over her stomach to her pussy. I was ready to explode, and then she slid her tongue inside of me moving it around wildly
. . “C-can I just use my mouth on it?” She attempted to barter with him with tone to her voice that was soft and beseeching, even going so far to give her pouty lips a lick so they looked glossy to entice him
. The lips of her pussy were bruised purple and hanging slack under a thick froth of churned seed and her sopping arousal. She was panting, moaning, and writhing beneath him
You need to be punishment-fucked.
I was clueless as to what I was doing. I watched as his hand dropped from my chin
. It was 10:30 PM on a Wednesday night and my wife Pam was four hours late getting home from work, she would have a good excuse and it would have to do with sex
My hand went slid straight down over her stomach to her pussy. I was ready to explode, and then she slid her tongue inside of me moving it around wildly
. . “C-can I just use my mouth on it?” She attempted to barter with him with tone to her voice that was soft and beseeching, even going so far to give her pouty lips a lick so they looked glossy to entice him
. The lips of her pussy were bruised purple and hanging slack under a thick froth of churned seed and her sopping arousal. She was panting, moaning, and writhing beneath him
You need to be punishment-fucked.
I was clueless as to what I was doing. I watched as his hand dropped from my chin
. It was 10:30 PM on a Wednesday night and my wife Pam was four hours late getting home from work, she would have a good excuse and it would have to do with sex
