Steamy Sessions: A Rosy Forbidden Collection
Edwin brought one of my hands, and then the other, to his hard rod, replacing his own grip as he began to undress himself, never letting go of my hair.
First, his shirt was shrugged off his shoulders, only to remain stuck on the arm he was holding me with, then his pants and boxer briefs came down.
I let my eyes roll up and take in his incredible physique. Under any other circumstances, I would have wanted to run my tongue over those abs, but I was busy with something even more important.
Edwin’s thick cock pistonned in and out of my mouth, and I did my best to swirl my tongue around it every time, trying to explore the real version as thoroughly as I had the fake.