She watched her aunt’s tits
Asian. ‘Mmm, tastes good’.
Naked. I was her shoulder to cry on that evening, quite literally, and the longer we were in physical contact the more uncomfortably aware I became of her warmth, the smell of her hair, the curve of her body. I was in heaven as I felt her warm tongue touch mine and her fingers run through my light brown, curly hair, even as the air in my lungs ran out and I found myself fighting for breath
She watched her aunt’s tits
Asian. ‘Mmm, tastes good’.
Naked. I was her shoulder to cry on that evening, quite literally, and the longer we were in physical contact the more uncomfortably aware I became of her warmth, the smell of her hair, the curve of her body. I was in heaven as I felt her warm tongue touch mine and her fingers run through my light brown, curly hair, even as the air in my lungs ran out and I found myself fighting for breath
She watched her aunt’s tits
Asian. ‘Mmm, tastes good’.
Naked. I was her shoulder to cry on that evening, quite literally, and the longer we were in physical contact the more uncomfortably aware I became of her warmth, the smell of her hair, the curve of her body. I was in heaven as I felt her warm tongue touch mine and her fingers run through my light brown, curly hair, even as the air in my lungs ran out and I found myself fighting for breath
