Mister’s eyes take ownership of her soul with just a look. She never confirmed it, but his playful smiles always got him inside of her without any resistance. What Mister knew, was he always got to eat out her cream cone whenever he wanted, and that was enough for him.
Their eyes will lock onto each other’s deepest body parts with scorching intensity. With rivers of quivers and goosey-bumps getting bumped under the pumpkin Fall sky night, her nipples get erected in his mouth under the crystal-clear skylight in the middle of the night, forcing him and his tent to pitch outward strong. Miss’s gold-dusted mound of eroticism now oozes, then drips, then downpours without any kind of denial. Mister gets cued up when he feels its liquid warmth everywhere ! ! !
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