Billionaires Forbidden Passion
Squeezing, kneading and cupping her globes gently, my fingers simultaneously rolled her n*ppl*s, stirring them to standstill.
With all that, I kept my lips on her neck, dropped them into her clavicle before reaching for the fatty–layer of her boobs.
“S*ck my boobs,” she whispered, her head tilted one side to allowed my tongue to reach her areola from the back. Within seconds, we were basking in exotic pleasure. Meanwhile, my rock–like d*ck pressed on the crack of her *ssh*l*.
Her phone pressed hard against her ear, she tilted the phone and let out a soft cry. Her hands shook with my sucking.
Bab Populer