I feel his tongue tickling my foot,
He is worshiping me as though worthy of only my sole,
He seems to catch wind I do not wish to be tickled,
I feel his blessed lips climbing up my leg
While one hand fingers around the edge of my panties
He plays with the lacy frills
I do believe he hasn’t touched lace before…
I hand him the letter opener I carved him with,
Just as he approaches the meeting of my legs
Details. My love, my slave boy,
I felt his hot jet of honey sweet
And steaming flesh,
Puncturing my innocence and my
My very heart, mind and soul.
. Sterling got the point and moved on down the sidewalk to get his Lexus, parked in the NO PARKING ZONE. So, this was probably a Navy wife, or lover trying to make ends meet with his monthly sharing’s and stranger dicks, while he was busy on a ship dodging crazed Iranian boatmen, Rich guessed
I feel his tongue tickling my foot,
He is worshiping me as though worthy of only my sole,
He seems to catch wind I do not wish to be tickled,
I feel his blessed lips climbing up my leg
While one hand fingers around the edge of my panties
He plays with the lacy frills
I do believe he hasn’t touched lace before…
I hand him the letter opener I carved him with,
Just as he approaches the meeting of my legs
Details. My love, my slave boy,
I felt his hot jet of honey sweet
And steaming flesh,
Puncturing my innocence and my
My very heart, mind and soul.
. Sterling got the point and moved on down the sidewalk to get his Lexus, parked in the NO PARKING ZONE. So, this was probably a Navy wife, or lover trying to make ends meet with his monthly sharing’s and stranger dicks, while he was busy on a ship dodging crazed Iranian boatmen, Rich guessed
I feel his tongue tickling my foot,
He is worshiping me as though worthy of only my sole,
He seems to catch wind I do not wish to be tickled,
I feel his blessed lips climbing up my leg
While one hand fingers around the edge of my panties
He plays with the lacy frills
I do believe he hasn’t touched lace before…
I hand him the letter opener I carved him with,
Just as he approaches the meeting of my legs
Details. My love, my slave boy,
I felt his hot jet of honey sweet
And steaming flesh,
Puncturing my innocence and my
My very heart, mind and soul.
. Sterling got the point and moved on down the sidewalk to get his Lexus, parked in the NO PARKING ZONE. So, this was probably a Navy wife, or lover trying to make ends meet with his monthly sharing’s and stranger dicks, while he was busy on a ship dodging crazed Iranian boatmen, Rich guessed
