The sweeter the lick...

They started playing

She was wet, Ready

Waiting for him to get inside

One touch on his pants

Nothing. He is not hard.

Damn. It.

The smell of her oils and perfumes were filling up the room.

Coconut oil. Her best ally

Rubbed in her hands

Poured on his back

Her moaning was not enough

Her dancing was not enough.

She needed to go down

Give him head to wake him up

Make it stand hard and strong

So he could glide through her warmth.

She did

What she considered her job


Sucking holding pressing caressing

The sweeter the Lick The harder the stick

He was ready

She smiled

He moaned .

May I get you inside of me now?

She didn't wait for the answer.

She was in charge.

She had control

And that afternoon, She came



Overcoming divorce

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