Had Candie Cross swing by for ‘lunch’ – my **** down her throat. Already naked and hard on the couch when she walked in, that black dress didn’t stay clean long. Ordered her to kneel and keep her hands off. Just lips, tongue, and that hungry mouth working my shaft 'til I pumped my load straight into her.
No begging, no bullshit. Just a good **** doing what she’s meant for.