She just mumbled “Yeah, something like that.”
We got our treat and ambled toward the RV. She was now rocking her hips, doing an admirable job of washing my face with her pussy. I’ve been invited to join them a few times but I’m not on the ‘regular’ list. She just mumbled “Yeah, something like that.”
We got our treat and ambled toward the RV. She leisurely bobbed her mouth up and down on my shaft, paying good attention to my sensitive underside. Her cunt was sloppy wet; she was a tiny whore; I was in heaven. Instead, I just took hold of him and put my hand on the back of her pretty head. It was a sight I won’t soon forget. El was in her glory. I reserved three hours. “So, El, is this “Sailor appreciation night” at DQ or what?” I asked. They each had their hands on one part of her luscious body or another, especially her tits and her finely sculpted ass. Now gaping wide open, my rod rammed in and out with ease. Engorged, her pussy wrapped itself around my hard shaft, enveloping it inside her soft fuck canal. They’re all just ‘wham bam, thank you ma’am’ kind of guys or ‘suck me off now.’ None of them have the finesse, the techniques that you have.
