Morning Muffin
So we have our own language, right? I mean, I call him Smotch. He calls me OG (Oh’g). Our various household apparatuses are given names like “the roundy-round” (our lazy… Read more »
So we have our own language, right? I mean, I call him Smotch. He calls me OG (Oh’g). Our various household apparatuses are given names like “the roundy-round” (our lazy… Read more »
My muscled walls, dripping from our combined release, clamp against his cock as he pounds his steady demanding rhythm inside my cunt. My fingers slip, grasping for purchase between my… Read more »