Strike
“I’d worked up a sweat in the kitchen. Who knew? Besides, it’ll make the time go quicker. I shower and dry myself, but don’t put any clothes back on. I knock on the bedroom door.
“Come in if your pree-tee” she calls out.
I laugh as I enter, but then my heart stops and my body freezes mid-step.
April is the most delicious looking work of art I’ve ever seen. Not in my wildest dreams could I have imagined this shit up. Swirls of whipped cream are looped in a pattern up her legs, over he...r stomach and her tits. With her hands behind her head, she smiles like she has the dirtiest secret ever. The cream is dotted with the occasional raspberry or blueberry, and there’s a thin stream of chocolate sauce in tiny circles, which I think are meant to be love-hearts, in between them. But the thing that really gets me hard is the little love heart of whipped cream between her legs. She won’t know what hit her when I feast on that sweet pussy.MoreLess
“Come in if your pree-tee” she calls out.
I laugh as I enter, but then my heart stops and my body freezes mid-step.
April is the most delicious looking work of art I’ve ever seen. Not in my wildest dreams could I have imagined this shit up. Swirls of whipped cream are looped in a pattern up her legs, over he...r stomach and her tits. With her hands behind her head, she smiles like she has the dirtiest secret ever. The cream is dotted with the occasional raspberry or blueberry, and there’s a thin stream of chocolate sauce in tiny circles, which I think are meant to be love-hearts, in between them. But the thing that really gets me hard is the little love heart of whipped cream between her legs. She won’t know what hit her when I feast on that sweet pussy.MoreLess
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