“I have no prejudice about young ones, Beatrice. The question remains… are you really sure about what you’re going into?” I asked after I felt her hands on my hard c**k.
My pants and boxers were directly disregarded as her soft lithe hands gently handled my long meat stick to stiffness.
“Why not? You are strong and individualistic. A real man.
Being fourth in your group of women doesn’t sound too bad at all.” Beatrice answered and dropped her head low to break eye contact with me and after that,
a hot moist tunnel blessed my d**k with its slimy entrance.
Her head bobbed up and down in rapid motions and would stop at an interval to massage the tip of my c**k with her throat.
She had done this before and was an expert in this field already.
It only took less than five mi
