I might be out all night
Click here to continue. That put her over the edge. “Then I opened my legs as wide as I could and let him put it in me
. . What foods that he scoffed down his gullet was I now tasting after travelling the entire length of his digestive tract?
As much as I would've loved to have eaten his ass for an hour, the reality was once I licked up the sludge on his hole and slid my tongue up his furry crack a few times, he was essentially a clean boi, and the primal musk I so craved had largely been lapped up by me
Call Me (1988) - Patricia Charbonneau
I might be out all night
Click here to continue. That put her over the edge. “Then I opened my legs as wide as I could and let him put it in me
. . What foods that he scoffed down his gullet was I now tasting after travelling the entire length of his digestive tract?
As much as I would've loved to have eaten his ass for an hour, the reality was once I licked up the sludge on his hole and slid my tongue up his furry crack a few times, he was essentially a clean boi, and the primal musk I so craved had largely been lapped up by me
Call Me (1988) - Patricia Charbonneau
There wasnt. At that moment I decided, I was going to press my luck and do my best to somehow inhale the unqiue smell of this unbelievably cute boy's most personal scent, his ass
Greenbalt, Sir or Master?
Good Lord, none of those. You appear to enjoy your body's reactions to sexual touches
. There was a full size bed and some cabinets in the room
It is almost as if I were flying through a winding organic tunnel, as if I were being pulled inside, deep inside, being sucked along
I might be out all night
Click here to continue. That put her over the edge. “Then I opened my legs as wide as I could and let him put it in me
. . What foods that he scoffed down his gullet was I now tasting after travelling the entire length of his digestive tract?
As much as I would've loved to have eaten his ass for an hour, the reality was once I licked up the sludge on his hole and slid my tongue up his furry crack a few times, he was essentially a clean boi, and the primal musk I so craved had largely been lapped up by me
Call Me (1988) - Patricia Charbonneau
Call Me (1988) - Patricia Charbonneau