Страстный хентай с горячим переводом

It was nervous, adolescent fumbling on my part, and I think he just really didn’t find me to be his type, so nothing “came” of it (so to speak) for either of us. Porn “Do you have anyone specific in mind?” he asked. I searched his face for some idea of what he was thinking, but he just looked at me silently for about 10 seconds, then took a drink of his own beer. For whatever reason, I was determined that this time, for good or ill, I would fulfill this fantasy. I looked him in the eyes and, gesturing towards his dick, asked “May I?”
“Of course,” he answered, his voice quiet and hoarse with passion. During the years of my having this fantasy, I’d practiced many times on object such as bananas, small cucumbers, and even a few of my wife’s vibrators and dildos, and I know that with patience I can take quite a bit without gagging. As we kissed, I took him in my