Bubble-Backed Beauty’s Steamy Shower Spectacle

He was so close; he was reaching the end. XXX Instead, he was thinking. Read 20325 times |
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Please login or register to rate this story “G’night, Damien,” he swallowed as he rolled over fully, throat suddenly constricted. He’d milk him dry, but he didn’t; he couldn’t. As this happened, his hand sped up, ready to blow his load, but then a confusing thought came to mind—these images occurred again, but with the older James Underwood. He wasn’t reading like he usually did—much too late for that, and a nightlight would be too bright. He twisted his hand around his glans, focusing on where his frenulum used to be.