Los Deberes De La Teen

I let out another long, loud scream of pleasure that sounds like many as his movements rock my body on the hard surface, changing the pitch. “Mmmmm… “wish my better half still wanted days like that.”

I blush even harder, trying to avoid eye contact. just like what you did when you got back to your room that night…”

“You know I had a wa…” he stops himself saying the full word, turning red in the cheeks. “You called one Chicken McFluff!”

“I was 6!”

“You said 21 when you were drunk.”

“Ok, you got me. I moan louder and louder, finally exploding with pleasure, my body shaking and quivering, I scream a deafening scream of pleasure, orgasmic bliss washing over me in wave after huge wave, his lips and fingers remaining in place throughout. “C’mon, spill.” I tell him with a slight chuckle. I nod my head slightly, encouraging him to use my mouth and groaning as it slams into my throat.