My Buddy’s Mom Was Still Dripping From Getting Pounded Deep.

After mouthing random things to give the insinuation that he’s trying to sell me the perfume, I groan in feigned annoyance before angrily presenting the $50. He manages to push half of it in my throat before bobbing my head up and down his length. XXX I’m in pure bliss right now. He’s stretching out my throat. I moan even louder, trying to restrain it, but failing. This flavor was basically made for you. Just a quick whiff, please.”
I try avoiding eye contact, but he starts getting in my way, preventing me from walking past him. “Excuse me,” I hear, “Excuse me, ma’am. I throw away my empty plate before stepping out of the food court. Suck on that cock. After moments of licking up the clear musky liquid, I wrap my lips around his head, gently sucking on it, bringing my other hand to his cock, stroking him faster. Jeez, I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t even. He grabs my hips and pushes himself inside, thanks to the lubrication

My Buddy’s Mom Was Still Dripping From Getting Pounded Deep.