Thick chocolate whore gets wet and fingers herself

“Italy,” he whispered to me. I kissed on his ear and neck. XXX I already knew I was going to be terrible at it. That was me, wanting to please him but anxious of the pain. “Italy,” he whispered to me. The threesome played for about 20 more seconds before he got up. He quietly came and wiped himself with the same towel I had cleaned up with. It felt nice to not be in control or making the decisions. His dark beard tickled my chin as he aggressively nibbled on my lip. My eyes sprang water as I tried to engulf every inch of him. He returned with a bottle of water, turning on a small heater and dimming the lights.