having to remind my boy that there's no such thing as inappropriate touch when it comes to his mother. isn't it my life's purpose to make sure that you're happy, that you're feeling good? yeah? so stay still little one, let mommy do her job
i want to train a pup. teaching you to sit, to lick, to thrust, to wait. milking your cock whilst you do nothing but bark and pant in response, and every time you think to misbehave that collar is going to get tighter. i’ll kill you before you get to cum, pet
just the thought of riding such a helpless mess gets my head all fuzzy. the slurred begging for it to stop, such a sad, reddened, pretty little face, your cock barely working. god if you can hear me
making sure you’re alll clean..” but your whiny little pleads for me to stop are irresistible and i take my own clothes off, get inside the water, and sit myself down on your drunken cock. watching such a big boy struggle through intoxication makes my heart flutter
making sure you’re alll clean..” but your whiny little pleads for me to stop are irresistible and i take my own clothes off, get inside the water, and sit myself down on your drunken cock. watching such a big boy struggle through intoxication makes my heart flutter
getting a drunken mess in the tub to help soothe and clean him. that’s it baby, careeful. my hand finding his cock under the bubbles and stroking it till he starts to stir. “calm down sweetheart, i’m taking good care of you. look at you getting all confused again, hm, im just
swirling my tongue around his mouth, kissing and sucking and biting all around his mouth. grinding against his twitchy little cock. hands resting around his throat, squeezing intermittently