My thoughts prickled. Burned. And there's only one boy thing riding a whore's mouth is good for, German I growled. After discovering Ronja's bondage gear she had been dying to boy ask her about it, but had not really dared. She never German riding expected herself to actually dominate her lover. It had felt so wickedly good and Ronja did seem to have enjoyed it so maybe she should not obsess so much about it. They talked back and forth for a few boy minutes, and then he asked her what she was doing over break. She shared that she was going on a cruise for the next week. He German was impressed and asked if he could have her phone number, and perhaps they could talk or FaceTime (since he was also an Apple owner) during her absence while she was onboard. She riding blushed momentarily and then said, no problem and they shared their cell phone numbers. She started moaning and writhing again not from pain but from pleasure I alternated licking from her lips to her clit, giving her clit a flick of my tongue each time. Her moans grow more frequent and get higher in pitch and I know she's about to cum so I concentrate on that riding clit and flick German it repeatedly until she explodes and drenches my face in her boy delicious juices, all the while she is moaning through the ballgag. If it wasn't for the gag I'm sure the residents in the next county would hear the cries of orgasmic bliss. Once her orgasm subsides she slumps down on the bed. Don't you dream about being the German boy hot one, the irresistible one, the one they are riding thinking about when they fuck their wives... imagining, wishing it was you instead? Or something like this... Do you really want panties on at work? Wouldn't it be hotter to whisper in Alex's ear... I boy hear her beginning to gag, yet he doesn’t relax his grip on her head. Take German this cock bitch he growls. What riding did you say?