A sick mixture of praise & Pyotr's iron clad grip on he strands stretch her mouth further down around meaty inches.
Sliding into her throat. Hands calibrate herself through tears.
a quick lesson she'd learn soon enough: pyotr's not classy at all. his grip on her ponytail tightened in an effort not to outright scream as her playful tongue swirled around the tip.
pre - cum and spit slid down his shaft, slowly dripping on his crotch. this time he moaned, >
It’s a shock , A man as seemingly as classy as Pytor rock hard for her. Nevertheless cherry lips stretch wide soon glossed by the thick seed on his engorged head.
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pytor's going commando. cock springs out like a jack in the box — thick, veiny, with pre - cum lazily coating the swollen head.
"how 'bout some milk to go with the sausage?"
“ its the most important meal of the day ”
She mutters , working her way through the elder’s pants zipper. In the same motion she yanks them down as far she can.
Freshly manicured nails run up pyotr’s thighs, slow massage-like motions. Eventually reaching his crotch.
Squeezing down lightly. Face full of amusement.
pyotr maintained the eye contact, one hand holding the toast close to his mouth so he can munch on it and the other curling around the base of the ponytail. he has a very firm grip.