Mastering The Art Of Japanese Influence Techniques

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“What? Josh was still underneath me, my cunt covering his face, out of breath as well. While he was still in my mouth, he lifted his hips, so I could pull his pants down. Dinner would have to wait for a moment. “Oh fuck, this feels good.”
He stroked me at first, before picking up the pace. I cocked my head to the side. His hands got under my ass, spreading my ass cheeks as he went lower and deeper with his tongue. “Ahhh fuck…. “I wasn’t planning to, but I suppose, I can. His hands were rough; like he had callouses all over. I loved getting a cum-facial. Helping me with those briefs.” I said. I was crying in sheer pleasure. ‘You have got to be fucking kidding me’ I thought to myself as I felt my pussy waking up. We were face to face, me and this stranger. He rammed his thick, black cock in me, no mercy.

Mastering The Art Of Japanese Influence Techniques