He whispers, “No, don’t,” and tries to wriggle from my grasp but he is too bound up in the moment and he soon realizes that he quite likes the sensation; perhaps it is something new to him
. Year ago, sailors would tell stories of men lured to their doom by sirens of the sea, mermaids. He is shaking and gritting his teeth now and breathing heavily, trying not to make a noise, as I apply the last gentle movement necessary to the underside of his hard, swollen penis head in my throat and I feel the tell-tale throbbing from his perineum muscles, as the finger of my right hand feels the first wave of man-fluid erupting from his prostate on its path toward the outside world
. . The rum seems to be warming you all over, but especially your pussy - you like rum! "Did I lock the door when I came in?" you think to yourself
He whispers, “No, don’t,” and tries to wriggle from my grasp but he is too bound up in the moment and he soon realizes that he quite likes the sensation; perhaps it is something new to him
. Year ago, sailors would tell stories of men lured to their doom by sirens of the sea, mermaids. He is shaking and gritting his teeth now and breathing heavily, trying not to make a noise, as I apply the last gentle movement necessary to the underside of his hard, swollen penis head in my throat and I feel the tell-tale throbbing from his perineum muscles, as the finger of my right hand feels the first wave of man-fluid erupting from his prostate on its path toward the outside world
. . The rum seems to be warming you all over, but especially your pussy - you like rum! "Did I lock the door when I came in?" you think to yourself
He whispers, “No, don’t,” and tries to wriggle from my grasp but he is too bound up in the moment and he soon realizes that he quite likes the sensation; perhaps it is something new to him
. Year ago, sailors would tell stories of men lured to their doom by sirens of the sea, mermaids. He is shaking and gritting his teeth now and breathing heavily, trying not to make a noise, as I apply the last gentle movement necessary to the underside of his hard, swollen penis head in my throat and I feel the tell-tale throbbing from his perineum muscles, as the finger of my right hand feels the first wave of man-fluid erupting from his prostate on its path toward the outside world
. . The rum seems to be warming you all over, but especially your pussy - you like rum! "Did I lock the door when I came in?" you think to yourself
Jennifer White in Let's Bang One Out - Hustlaz