Two Dandy Daddies For Christmas
It was like time stopped, but only in my head.
I gave in to the will of my damned obsessed body.
In that kneeling position on the sofa, my insides were heavily damp and sticky - I could feel the weight of the syrup pooling down my thighs, my palms still opened out flat in front of me, I felt like I was floating.
I wasn't good with maths, I haven't had a lot of experiences with d**ks, but I knew it was at least 6 inches.
It wasn't smooth at all, rough with veins in every way that pleased the eyes, and sent your p***y wanting to be digged by it until you drop.