He parted my thighs and licked my p***y before I could respond.I felt joy again.
Happy hormones tingled my scalp.
I gripped the bedsheet.
"Don't lick me down there, Stephan Buther. It feels so lovely..." I sobbed.
Stephan Buther treated my p***y like dessert.
After climaxing, my p***y leaked fluids.
Stephan Buther's lips never let up. Unbelievable!
Half-drunk, I grabbed his arm and pointed at his d**k.
"Please," I pleaded.
Not enough. More!
Daina's POV:
I'll give it to you, honey.
Stephan Buther licked his lips as though tasting me.
I saw his c**k and wondered how it tasted.
I twisted till my head was towards his lower torso.I cautiously bit his c**k.
His masculine fragrance overwhelmed my senses from the crimson tip alone.
My other hand tickled his balls as I slid my tongu
