Desperate Desires of the Desert Rose

She then takes one hand at the base of it moving in a side to side manner around him, like a circle, then goes up and down the rest of the shaft with her other hand as her mouth teases the tip, her tongue and lips licking and kissing him. They talk for a few minutes, laughing, making jokes. XXX He slows, kissing her shoulder, her neck, rubbing his face on her, huskily whispering to her, “you are a Goddess…” as she rubs her cheek across his, her head tilted toward him, she slides her hand behind her to his face and pulls him in for a kiss. His hands grasping her hips, cupping her ass, teasing her breasts and pulling her face back down to his by the base of

Desperate Desires of the Desert Rose