There was a black turtleneck sweater with a gold jumper and gold panties
. Good luck with that.
. I clutch the base of his cock to prevent myself choking, covering him with my spit, as I pull his cock out of my mouth to look up at him, it strings between my lips and his tip, his eyes gleaming at the erotic sight. How would I describe the ‘Fat Controller’? Well he’s in his fifties at least, balding and I guess you’d call him portly
There was a black turtleneck sweater with a gold jumper and gold panties
. Good luck with that.
. I clutch the base of his cock to prevent myself choking, covering him with my spit, as I pull his cock out of my mouth to look up at him, it strings between my lips and his tip, his eyes gleaming at the erotic sight. How would I describe the ‘Fat Controller’? Well he’s in his fifties at least, balding and I guess you’d call him portly
There was a black turtleneck sweater with a gold jumper and gold panties
. Good luck with that.
. I clutch the base of his cock to prevent myself choking, covering him with my spit, as I pull his cock out of my mouth to look up at him, it strings between my lips and his tip, his eyes gleaming at the erotic sight. How would I describe the ‘Fat Controller’? Well he’s in his fifties at least, balding and I guess you’d call him portly
