Reserved Japanese Instructor Nana Okamoto Enjoys Intimate Moments From Behind

Honey and milk are under your tongue, and the roof of your mouth is like the best wine, he thought biblically, as he wrapped his arms around her tightly. He lay there, panting, spent, and exhausted, but she was not finished with him yet. He could hardly believe his senses when he felt her mouth envelop his scrotum, taking one ball into her mouth, sucking on it, nibbling on it, then pushing it out and eagerly hunting for the next. Her lips and tongue played on his belly, circled his navel, but she knew the part of his body he wanted. There was always something magical about a female hand on his private parts. She closed her mouth and ostentatiously swallowed, looking at him straight in the eye and smiling as he heard the gurgling sound.