Sunday Morning Tangerines

Her Tangerine flavored excitement was all over his face and in his mouth from the night’s previous tastes, yet that did not stop him from opening her gentle folds again for more fueling nectar so he can be fed by his only dietary source. She is not even awake yet as they tightly spoon togetherly. With Mister covering her back-sided curvature with his manly dominance, his body smoothly slides away from her thickly shaped silver-fucking-spoonage just so he can take all that he needs. Lady X now is on her back, with eyes partially open, while Mister tries his hardest not to disrupt her morning erotica, before taking more tastes of her sweet cream-cum-sum more than just one!

She still begins to get aroused more now when letting out a snorty-snore just when he gently prys apart her thighs and face-first dives straight in. When whiffs of their previous nights orgasms are smelt, only divine fresh Tangerine fills the around them. He smells, smells again, then sniffs some more of her hot pleasure, watching it trickle out from her very tight labia lips, his sole purpose to live has been found. With strong desires to fulfill his purpose, he begins to slowly savor Miss’s sweet Tangerine divinity. With every lick he takes of her Tangerine, he gets to watch more nectar dripping out of her with repetitious consistency. His tongue collects her omnipotence with his hungry mouth before launching a squiggle-wiggled array of concentrated focus onto her center-thighed apex just because he is hungry and needs to be fed.

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