Day 7
He
continued, and Milan gave a jerk of her hips and pressed her orgasm to his
face, yet his tongue was unrelenting. He pressed and flicked, and she bucked
and came, and the sounds of her creamy cum could be heard oozing from her
p***y. She looked down and could see her own juices along his upper lip as he
backed away. The cream of her ejaculation was on his chin, and it dripped down
onto the sheet. He licked his lips and leaned back in toward her wet cave,
licking the remaining remnants of her girlie icing, and he kissed her lips with
a wet smack.
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