What’s next?
In the dressing room…
You reach out and squeeze Peg’s heavy balls. You are rewarded as your mouth fills with pre.
“Fuck, Ian! I’m so glad you finally took the initiative! I’ve had this all on display for you for years! I was starting to think I wasn’t your type!”
“Fuck, Peg, how wouldn’t you be my type?”
“My thick fifteen inch cock and huge balls? They are fatter than my tits!”
“Clearly I’m into both of them, and your big butt and tits too!”
“Fuck Ian…I don’t want to waste any cum, stop!”
You stop and give her a moment to breathe.
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