Comments (0 comments)
  • With one last, shameful moan I came. Like never before. My mouth and eyes were wide open as I stared at my own member inside Aaron's smirking mouth. I felt shot after thick shot of cum shooting from my cock into Aaron's beautiful throat. I had never shot a load that big before. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight... nine! Holy shit! And not one drop escaped his lips. He licked them after I was done, and I flopped down on the bed. After a while of sucking on my limp dick, moaning and humming around it, Aaron came up. He kissed me deeply, our naked bodies intertwined on his soft warm sheets. I was surprised to meet his tongue with mine and realising he still had a mouthful of my jizz. But it made the kiss even hotter. 'You did good, Dexy.' Aaron said, smiling at me. 'You did really good.' I was in awe. 'That was... that... that was uhh...' I uttered. 'Yeah, that was... well, me. I'm glad you cumshot liked it.' He said cockily. He stroked my chest softly, placing little butterfly kisses on my neck. 'You know, I missed you Dex. I really did.' He said, locking eyes with me. I kissed him again. 'I missed you too, A. Although this was totally fucking worth it. Goddamn, asian where did you learn all that?' I asked astonished at Aaron's skills. He only smirked. 'I'm just really...' he liked my nipple, '...really...' he massaged my dick. “You're so hot and wet around me,” I moaned. Julie and Vickie gasp loud seeing the torrent of cum gushing from the exhausted woman. Dropping his head in defeat cumshot he knew that the Queens had him. I hope you want to fuck again." You're a slave that's only good for taking cock and making sons. The bug beamed again. “No doubt some of those women are watching this enjoying seeing me in the same situation. “Dad what are you doing?!?!” After a brief inspection, I pulled the Land Rover into the garage. “Next time… asian if we’re… if we’re gonna… gonna fuck… we should… not do it… after a full workout.” I wheezed. Would it be OK to look at yours, just so I know what they’re talking about?” He returned and knelt again between my legs. I assured her that there would be other girls there and my friends wouldn’t mind. Let Liam enjoy your body! She may not even lock the thing up, then leave. I squealed. Ingrid sat cross-legged on a shaggy, black fleece, wrapped in a towel and brushing her hair with a faraway look in her eyes. "God! the wildest we ever had was getting my wife drunk and i got him to fuck her with me watching it.