What's next?
She orgasms
My precious angel writhes and twists on my tongue, till she lets out a cry of bliss and ecstasy. She comes down and pets my hair, affectionately.
“Thanks, Simon. That was incredible. I prefer a thick black cock, but your tongue wasn’t too bad.”
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