Birds of a feather kinda thing
Handjob. .
. My ex never came close to the quality of head I was receiving. The sloppy wet slurping of her lips, the saliva she spat from her mouth to further lubricate it, and the tongue that traced every inch of quivering tissue all combined to take me to further heights of pleasure previously thought unattainable
Birds of a feather kinda thing
Handjob. .
. My ex never came close to the quality of head I was receiving. The sloppy wet slurping of her lips, the saliva she spat from her mouth to further lubricate it, and the tongue that traced every inch of quivering tissue all combined to take me to further heights of pleasure previously thought unattainable
Birds of a feather kinda thing
Handjob. .
. My ex never came close to the quality of head I was receiving. The sloppy wet slurping of her lips, the saliva she spat from her mouth to further lubricate it, and the tongue that traced every inch of quivering tissue all combined to take me to further heights of pleasure previously thought unattainable
