“You will come on my tongue and flood my mouth before I stuff you full of my cock.” With sweat droplets forming on the slender column of her neck, she pants heavily.
“I need. To catch. My breath.”
“Naw, darlin’. I’m supposed to take your breath away.” Holding her gaze, I latch onto her clit.
Lord 🥵🥵🥵🥵
— Feb 15, 2025 12:50PM
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