Her strapon: The Friction of Fiction

For six months I had been going out with just one woman, Jeanine, and I managed to keep my fun time with other boys a secret. One day, that all changed.

It was a normal Friday night. I was kneeling on the porno booth floor, stripped to just my pantyhose and a smile. My mouth was full of a nice, long, slender cock that was tickling a couple inches down into my throat and back out again.

He pulled until just the very tip was in my mouth let loose a load of thick cum t

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