Are they like, a decision that would affect your day? Your week? Your year? Your life?”
He shrugged a little, “Maybe a week, maybe my life, I don’t know
. Ash felt sweat on his skin as his hole was stretched, each new inch of meat pressed into him raising him to new heights of both pain and pleasure, it wasn’t pleasant, but he wanted it all the same. As her pulses slowed to a trickle she slowly began to grind her hips forward, working the thick tip deeper into his mouth, milking out every last moment of pleasure that she could
. . I hold his boner in me tight so he won’t take it out…we both fall asleep, knowing that mom will eventually come home…
Are they like, a decision that would affect your day? Your week? Your year? Your life?”
He shrugged a little, “Maybe a week, maybe my life, I don’t know
. Ash felt sweat on his skin as his hole was stretched, each new inch of meat pressed into him raising him to new heights of both pain and pleasure, it wasn’t pleasant, but he wanted it all the same. As her pulses slowed to a trickle she slowly began to grind her hips forward, working the thick tip deeper into his mouth, milking out every last moment of pleasure that she could
. . I hold his boner in me tight so he won’t take it out…we both fall asleep, knowing that mom will eventually come home…
Are they like, a decision that would affect your day? Your week? Your year? Your life?”
He shrugged a little, “Maybe a week, maybe my life, I don’t know
. Ash felt sweat on his skin as his hole was stretched, each new inch of meat pressed into him raising him to new heights of both pain and pleasure, it wasn’t pleasant, but he wanted it all the same. As her pulses slowed to a trickle she slowly began to grind her hips forward, working the thick tip deeper into his mouth, milking out every last moment of pleasure that she could
. . I hold his boner in me tight so he won’t take it out…we both fall asleep, knowing that mom will eventually come home…
Sparkly Productions Presents: Pre-christmas Whipping Part 3