Intimate Encounter At His Massage Shop

She gave a deep groan of pleasure as I made my way up to her clit and attacked it with my tongue. Seeing his junk.” 
She laughed this time. Sex vedio John sucked my cock with a lot more skill than I thought he would. Or was I swaying? 
“Don’t be like that, John. Her gorgeous ass stared up at me, and I ran my hands over it, enjoying the whiteness of her pale skin. It took some maneuvering to stuff my junk comfortably in there. 
We grabbed some beers and made our way to the backyard, putting our towels down close to Lila. 
She did nothing to acknowledge our presence, and I assumed she was dozing as she tanned. “Whatever,” he said as he put on the TV and started looking for some sports highlights to distract himself. 
On my third beer, I was just enjoying the light buzzed feeling. I buried myself deep in her pussy and groaned deeply as the orgasm shot through me. “No way. Had he done this before? “Not so hard!” 
John smiled and grabbed her hand to bring it to his cock again. 
“Uh uh,” she admonished. What I wouldn’t have done to have been that bead of sweat. 
John and I sat up on our towels, clinked our beers, and took a swig, enjoying its coolness on the hot day.

Intimate Encounter At His Massage Shop

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