PORN: Her brain whites out for a fraction of a fraction of time
Fingering
Tears picked up the pigment from her makeup- that he’d had to stipulate, out of irritated necessity, should not be waterproof- and rivulets of her teary mascara and snot adorning his cock rewarded him.
She begs:
‘Fingers…’
‘Please?’
‘I need you… I need your fingers…’
Between his tongue-tip tease, at the holy-hot centre of her pain, almost imperceptible, to the insistent and relentless lateral thrubbing drum beat, also achieved with his tongue, she’d been taken to the edge of her orgasm for half an hour, and countless ‘almost-rans’, where she considered throwing herself off the cliff
PORN: Her brain whites out for a fraction of a fraction of time
Fingering
Tears picked up the pigment from her makeup- that he’d had to stipulate, out of irritated necessity, should not be waterproof- and rivulets of her teary mascara and snot adorning his cock rewarded him.
She begs:
‘Fingers…’
‘Please?’
‘I need you… I need your fingers…’
Between his tongue-tip tease, at the holy-hot centre of her pain, almost imperceptible, to the insistent and relentless lateral thrubbing drum beat, also achieved with his tongue, she’d been taken to the edge of her orgasm for half an hour, and countless ‘almost-rans’, where she considered throwing herself off the cliff
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In all my five-plus years at the university I’d never gone on even a single date. Her body? It was the kind of body most guys masturbated to
PORN: Her brain whites out for a fraction of a fraction of time
Fingering
Tears picked up the pigment from her makeup- that he’d had to stipulate, out of irritated necessity, should not be waterproof- and rivulets of her teary mascara and snot adorning his cock rewarded him.
She begs:
‘Fingers…’
‘Please?’
‘I need you… I need your fingers…’
Between his tongue-tip tease, at the holy-hot centre of her pain, almost imperceptible, to the insistent and relentless lateral thrubbing drum beat, also achieved with his tongue, she’d been taken to the edge of her orgasm for half an hour, and countless ‘almost-rans’, where she considered throwing herself off the cliff
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