I nodded around the cock.
"Say it. Pull off just enough to say it."
I slid back, panting. "I love it."
"What do you love?"
I swallowed. "I love sucking his cock for you."
She moaned. "Good boy."
She pulled my hand from his cock and replaced it with hers.
"Now just take him. Don't think. Just serve."
The next time I went down, I didn't hesitate. I let the shaft press deeper into my mouth, my lips wrapping tighter, my breath slowing to match the rhythm of my surrender.
Lisa's voice was everything.
"Look at you... you were made for this. Your lips. Your tongue. That pretty mouth looks perfect wrapped around cock."
Then softly, like a reward:
"I'm so proud of you."
He was warm in my mouth, soft, but thick, heavy, pulsing gently with each breath I took. I let my lips close around him, tongue pressed low, still unsure how much to move.
Then I heard her.
"Oh my god," Lisa whispered. "Look at you."
Her voice was everything.
I opened my eyes. She was kneeling beside me now, not touching, just watching, her lips parted, pupils blown wide. She looked at me like I was a miracle.
"That's so fucking hot," she said. "You're doing it, baby. You're sucking your first cock."
Her words landed somewhere deep. I moaned softly around him.
She smiled and moved closer. "You look beautiful like that. So gentle. So eager. I knew you'd be good at this."
I suckled softly, slowly. His cock twitched, thickening just a little more. I could taste his precum now, faintly sweet, unfamiliar. Lisa noticed the way my thighs clenched.
"Mmm. There it is," she purred. "That little twitch you get when you like something more than you thought you would."
I blushed, but didn't stop. If anything, I leaned in more.
She brushed my hair from my forehead, tender. "You're not doing this for him, are you?" Her eyes searched mine. "You're doing it for me. To show me you'll go anywhere I take you."
I nodded slowly, lips still wrapped around him.
She exhaled, voice shaky. "That's my good boy."
Her hand grazed my back, light as air. "You know what turns me on the most? Not just watching your lips slide over that cock, but knowing you're proud to make me proud."
My heart surged. My cock throbbed, untouched.
Lisa leaned in, whispering now, like a secret between us. "You're making this look like worship. Like his cock is your offering to me."
Another drop of precum touched my tongue.
I moaned, deeper this time.
She closed her eyes, almost overwhelmed. "That sound," she said. "It's the same sound you make when I slide something deep inside you and your whole body gives in. That sound means you're gone. You're mine."
Her hand settled on my ass, grounding me. "You don't even know how good you look right now. Like a cock-drunk angel."
I sucked a little deeper. Not because I had to, but because I wanted her to see me take more.
Her breath hitched. "That's it. Take your time. You're not proving anything to him. You already proved it to me the second you opened your mouth."
I moaned again, lips tight around him, heart racing with something between joy and surrender.
"You're making me so wet," she whispered. "Just from watching. Just from how beautiful you are when you give in."
I kept sucking, slow and warm. Each inch was for her. Every sound I made, every lick, every swallow, it all belonged to Lisa.
And she knew it.
She stroked my lower back with slow, steady fingertips. "You feel how heavy he's getting?" she whispered.
I nodded, my lips still wrapped around the thick, growing shaft.
"That's because of you, baby. You're doing that." Her voice was honey-thick with awe. "Your mouth is making him hard. You're the reason he's starting to swell."
He twitched again. I moaned around him.
Lisa's hand slid higher, up to the back of my neck. "God, you sound so sweet like this. Every little sound you make goes straight between my legs."
I pulled back slightly, just until the head was resting on my tongue, and looked up at her.
Her eyes locked on mine. "You want to keep going?"
I nodded.
"Then show me," she whispered. "Show me what my baby boy does when he wants to make me proud."
I took him again, deeper now. Not because I had to, but because I craved her praise. I wanted to hear it. Needed it.
She gasped. "Ohhh, fuck yes. Look at you."
He was fully hard now. Thick. Dark. Ridged with veins that pulsed against my lips. He filled my mouth, but not painfully, just enough to remind me who I was doing this for.
Lisa knelt closer, her breath brushing my cheek. "You know what's crazy?" she whispered. "Watching you like this makes me feel like the luckiest woman alive."
I moaned again, louder, needier, and she knew she had me.
She slid a hand between my legs, cupping my balls through my jeans. "Still rock hard," she whispered. "Of course you are. Your mouth is full, your heart's wide open, and I'm right here telling you how fucking beautiful you look."
I pulled back, gasping. "Lisa..."
She held my chin gently. "Yeah, baby?"
"I want to do it right. I want to make you proud."
She kissed me, soft and deep. "You already are."
Her tone shifted, from loving to slow, sensual command.
"Open wide."
I obeyed, trembling but ready.
"Let your tongue relax. Let him in. Let me watch you take care of your first real cock."
I wrapped my lips around him again, lower this time. My throat opened more easily now, my body adjusting, yielding.
Lisa moaned quietly beside me. "That's it. That's my boy. Look at what you're taking. Look at how fucking beautiful you are."
She brought her hand to her waistband, slipping under it, breath catching.
"I'm touching myself, baby. Because of you. Not him. You."
Every word was a reward. Every breath she took was a signal to go deeper, surrender further.
And I did, with her voice in my ear and her pride in my bones.
His cock twitched in my mouth, thick, fully hard now, and I felt the weight of it shift. Lisa noticed instantly.
Her hand slid around my neck. "Ohhh. Is he close?" she whispered, her tone laced with glee. "You're gonna make him cum, baby. With that pretty mouth."
I moaned around him, and the sound made him pulse again.
Lisa's voice dropped lower, soft and electric. "That's it. Don't pull away. Stay there. Make him feel it."
She brought her lips to my ear. "You've already taken so much. Made him hard. Made him need you."
Her fingers moved under my chin, tilting my head just enough to watch my eyes. "You ready to swallow it?"
I blinked, almost dazed, then nodded.
"Don't waste a drop. Show me how much you love giving this gift."
I opened wider, bracing.
He twitched once, then again, and then I felt it. A sudden warmth, a heavy pulse, and then
Hot spurts flooded my mouth. Salty. Real. His whole body tensed above me as the cock throbbed against my tongue. I moaned, half in shock, half in surrender.
Lisa gasped beside me. "Yes... yes, that's it, baby."
Her hand pressed into the back of my head, not forcing, just guiding. "Keep him in your mouth. Let him finish. Let him know you wanted this."
I stayed. Felt it all. The weight, the spill, the helpless shudder of release.
When it stopped, I pulled back slowly, lips dragging gently along the shaft.
Lisa looked at me like I was art.
Her eyes drank me in, the shine on my lips, the way my chest rose and fell, the trace of cum at the corner of my mouth.
She cupped my jaw. "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen."
I swallowed, barely breathing.
"You just took your first load," she whispered, proud and possessive. "From a real cock. And your own never went soft."
Lisa leaned in and kissed me softly, her lips brushing the corner of my mouth where a drop still lingered. "Let's go," she whispered, her voice steady now. "We've got more fun waiting at home."
She helped me up gently. I was still buzzing, cock hard, heart pounding, mouth tingling from everything I'd just done. She adjusted my jeans for me, her touch slow, deliberate. "You were perfect," she said, brushing my chest. "Exactly what I hoped for."
We stepped out of the booth together. The hallway was empty. Still warm. Still glowing low with that same soft red light. I felt like a different man walking through it now.
At the top of the stairs, Dan was behind the counter again, wiping down a glass.
He looked up as we approached. "Everything to your liking?"
Lisa smiled, cool, calm, in control. "Even better."
Dan nodded. "Glad it worked out."
I glanced between them, suddenly aware of something unspoken. The way his eyes lingered on her. The way hers lingered right back.
Then she said it, just light enough to seem casual, but laced with intent.
"Thanks for lining things up exactly how I asked."
He smirked. "Always happy to help."
My stomach flipped. My breath caught.
Lisa leaned close to me, running her hand down my arm. "You ready, baby?"
I nodded. But inside, everything spun.
She had arranged this.
Planned it.
Chosen it.
For me.
And the way she held my hand as we left... like she owned the night, and me along with it?
I'd never been more turned on in my life.
Thanks For Reading! If you enjoyed it let me know in the comments. I read them all and get turned on knowing I turned you on
Awesome, committing for for your wife , tasting for yoursI nodded around the cock.
"Say it. Pull off just enough to say it."
I slid back, panting. "I love it."
"What do you love?"
I swallowed. "I love sucking his cock for you."
She moaned. "Good boy."
She pulled my hand from his cock and replaced it with hers.
"Now just take him. Don't think. Just serve."
The next time I went down, I didn't hesitate. I let the shaft press deeper into my mouth, my lips wrapping tighter, my breath slowing to match the rhythm of my surrender.
Lisa's voice was everything.
"Look at you... you were made for this. Your lips. Your tongue. That pretty mouth looks perfect wrapped around cock."
Then softly, like a reward:
"I'm so proud of you."
He was warm in my mouth, soft, but thick, heavy, pulsing gently with each breath I took. I let my lips close around him, tongue pressed low, still unsure how much to move.
Then I heard her.
"Oh my god," Lisa whispered. "Look at you."
Her voice was everything.
I opened my eyes. She was kneeling beside me now, not touching, just watching, her lips parted, pupils blown wide. She looked at me like I was a miracle.
"That's so fucking hot," she said. "You're doing it, baby. You're sucking your first cock."
Her words landed somewhere deep. I moaned softly around him.
She smiled and moved closer. "You look beautiful like that. So gentle. So eager. I knew you'd be good at this."
I suckled softly, slowly. His cock twitched, thickening just a little more. I could taste his precum now, faintly sweet, unfamiliar. Lisa noticed the way my thighs clenched.
"Mmm. There it is," she purred. "That little twitch you get when you like something more than you thought you would."
I blushed, but didn't stop. If anything, I leaned in more.
She brushed my hair from my forehead, tender. "You're not doing this for him, are you?" Her eyes searched mine. "You're doing it for me. To show me you'll go anywhere I take you."
I nodded slowly, lips still wrapped around him.
She exhaled, voice shaky. "That's my good boy."
Her hand grazed my back, light as air. "You know what turns me on the most? Not just watching your lips slide over that cock, but knowing you're proud to make me proud."
My heart surged. My cock throbbed, untouched.
Lisa leaned in, whispering now, like a secret between us. "You're making this look like worship. Like his cock is your offering to me."
Another drop of precum touched my tongue.
I moaned, deeper this time.
She closed her eyes, almost overwhelmed. "That sound," she said. "It's the same sound you make when I slide something deep inside you and your whole body gives in. That sound means you're gone. You're mine."
Her hand settled on my ass, grounding me. "You don't even know how good you look right now. Like a cock-drunk angel."
I sucked a little deeper. Not because I had to, but because I wanted her to see me take more.
Her breath hitched. "That's it. Take your time. You're not proving anything to him. You already proved it to me the second you opened your mouth."
I moaned again, lips tight around him, heart racing with something between joy and surrender.
"You're making me so wet," she whispered. "Just from watching. Just from how beautiful you are when you give in."
I kept sucking, slow and warm. Each inch was for her. Every sound I made, every lick, every swallow, it all belonged to Lisa.
And she knew it.
She stroked my lower back with slow, steady fingertips. "You feel how heavy he's getting?" she whispered.
I nodded, my lips still wrapped around the thick, growing shaft.
"That's because of you, baby. You're doing that." Her voice was honey-thick with awe. "Your mouth is making him hard. You're the reason he's starting to swell."
He twitched again. I moaned around him.
Lisa's hand slid higher, up to the back of my neck. "God, you sound so sweet like this. Every little sound you make goes straight between my legs."
I pulled back slightly, just until the head was resting on my tongue, and looked up at her.
Her eyes locked on mine. "You want to keep going?"
I nodded.
"Then show me," she whispered. "Show me what my baby boy does when he wants to make me proud."
I took him again, deeper now. Not because I had to, but because I craved her praise. I wanted to hear it. Needed it.
She gasped. "Ohhh, fuck yes. Look at you."
He was fully hard now. Thick. Dark. Ridged with veins that pulsed against my lips. He filled my mouth, but not painfully, just enough to remind me who I was doing this for.
Lisa knelt closer, her breath brushing my cheek. "You know what's crazy?" she whispered. "Watching you like this makes me feel like the luckiest woman alive."
I moaned again, louder, needier, and she knew she had me.
She slid a hand between my legs, cupping my balls through my jeans. "Still rock hard," she whispered. "Of course you are. Your mouth is full, your heart's wide open, and I'm right here telling you how fucking beautiful you look."
I pulled back, gasping. "Lisa..."
She held my chin gently. "Yeah, baby?"
"I want to do it right. I want to make you proud."
She kissed me, soft and deep. "You already are."
Her tone shifted, from loving to slow, sensual command.
"Open wide."
I obeyed, trembling but ready.
"Let your tongue relax. Let him in. Let me watch you take care of your first real cock."
I wrapped my lips around him again, lower this time. My throat opened more easily now, my body adjusting, yielding.
Lisa moaned quietly beside me. "That's it. That's my boy. Look at what you're taking. Look at how fucking beautiful you are."
She brought her hand to her waistband, slipping under it, breath catching.
"I'm touching myself, baby. Because of you. Not him. You."
Every word was a reward. Every breath she took was a signal to go deeper, surrender further.
And I did, with her voice in my ear and her pride in my bones.
His cock twitched in my mouth, thick, fully hard now, and I felt the weight of it shift. Lisa noticed instantly.
Her hand slid around my neck. "Ohhh. Is he close?" she whispered, her tone laced with glee. "You're gonna make him cum, baby. With that pretty mouth."
I moaned around him, and the sound made him pulse again.
Lisa's voice dropped lower, soft and electric. "That's it. Don't pull away. Stay there. Make him feel it."
She brought her lips to my ear. "You've already taken so much. Made him hard. Made him need you."
Her fingers moved under my chin, tilting my head just enough to watch my eyes. "You ready to swallow it?"
I blinked, almost dazed, then nodded.
"Don't waste a drop. Show me how much you love giving this gift."
I opened wider, bracing.
He twitched once, then again, and then I felt it. A sudden warmth, a heavy pulse, and then
Hot spurts flooded my mouth. Salty. Real. His whole body tensed above me as the cock throbbed against my tongue. I moaned, half in shock, half in surrender.
Lisa gasped beside me. "Yes... yes, that's it, baby."
Her hand pressed into the back of my head, not forcing, just guiding. "Keep him in your mouth. Let him finish. Let him know you wanted this."
I stayed. Felt it all. The weight, the spill, the helpless shudder of release.
When it stopped, I pulled back slowly, lips dragging gently along the shaft.
Lisa looked at me like I was art.
Her eyes drank me in, the shine on my lips, the way my chest rose and fell, the trace of cum at the corner of my mouth.
She cupped my jaw. "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen."
I swallowed, barely breathing.
"You just took your first load," she whispered, proud and possessive. "From a real cock. And your own never went soft."
Lisa leaned in and kissed me softly, her lips brushing the corner of my mouth where a drop still lingered. "Let's go," she whispered, her voice steady now. "We've got more fun waiting at home."
She helped me up gently. I was still buzzing, cock hard, heart pounding, mouth tingling from everything I'd just done. She adjusted my jeans for me, her touch slow, deliberate. "You were perfect," she said, brushing my chest. "Exactly what I hoped for."
We stepped out of the booth together. The hallway was empty. Still warm. Still glowing low with that same soft red light. I felt like a different man walking through it now.
At the top of the stairs, Dan was behind the counter again, wiping down a glass.
He looked up as we approached. "Everything to your liking?"
Lisa smiled, cool, calm, in control. "Even better."
Dan nodded. "Glad it worked out."
I glanced between them, suddenly aware of something unspoken. The way his eyes lingered on her. The way hers lingered right back.
Then she said it, just light enough to seem casual, but laced with intent.
"Thanks for lining things up exactly how I asked."
He smirked. "Always happy to help."
My stomach flipped. My breath caught.
Lisa leaned close to me, running her hand down my arm. "You ready, baby?"
I nodded. But inside, everything spun.
She had arranged this.
Planned it.
Chosen it.
For me.
And the way she held my hand as we left... like she owned the night, and me along with it?
I'd never been more turned on in my life.
Thanks For Reading! If you enjoyed it let me know in the comments. I read them all and get turned on knowing I turned you on
Got me so horny and hardLet me know if I should post part 2 or wait for it to come out on Lit
Yes that sounds hot
Thanks
That was very hot! Great story. Had me hard and stroking through the whole story!I nodded around the cock.
"Say it. Pull off just enough to say it."
I slid back, panting. "I love it."
"What do you love?"
I swallowed. "I love sucking his cock for you."
She moaned. "Good boy."
She pulled my hand from his cock and replaced it with hers.
"Now just take him. Don't think. Just serve."
The next time I went down, I didn't hesitate. I let the shaft press deeper into my mouth, my lips wrapping tighter, my breath slowing to match the rhythm of my surrender.
Lisa's voice was everything.
"Look at you... you were made for this. Your lips. Your tongue. That pretty mouth looks perfect wrapped around cock."
Then softly, like a reward:
"I'm so proud of you."
He was warm in my mouth, soft, but thick, heavy, pulsing gently with each breath I took. I let my lips close around him, tongue pressed low, still unsure how much to move.
Then I heard her.
"Oh my god," Lisa whispered. "Look at you."
Her voice was everything.
I opened my eyes. She was kneeling beside me now, not touching, just watching, her lips parted, pupils blown wide. She looked at me like I was a miracle.
"That's so fucking hot," she said. "You're doing it, baby. You're sucking your first cock."
Her words landed somewhere deep. I moaned softly around him.
She smiled and moved closer. "You look beautiful like that. So gentle. So eager. I knew you'd be good at this."
I suckled softly, slowly. His cock twitched, thickening just a little more. I could taste his precum now, faintly sweet, unfamiliar. Lisa noticed the way my thighs clenched.
"Mmm. There it is," she purred. "That little twitch you get when you like something more than you thought you would."
I blushed, but didn't stop. If anything, I leaned in more.
She brushed my hair from my forehead, tender. "You're not doing this for him, are you?" Her eyes searched mine. "You're doing it for me. To show me you'll go anywhere I take you."
I nodded slowly, lips still wrapped around him.
She exhaled, voice shaky. "That's my good boy."
Her hand grazed my back, light as air. "You know what turns me on the most? Not just watching your lips slide over that cock, but knowing you're proud to make me proud."
My heart surged. My cock throbbed, untouched.
Lisa leaned in, whispering now, like a secret between us. "You're making this look like worship. Like his cock is your offering to me."
Another drop of precum touched my tongue.
I moaned, deeper this time.
She closed her eyes, almost overwhelmed. "That sound," she said. "It's the same sound you make when I slide something deep inside you and your whole body gives in. That sound means you're gone. You're mine."
Her hand settled on my ass, grounding me. "You don't even know how good you look right now. Like a cock-drunk angel."
I sucked a little deeper. Not because I had to, but because I wanted her to see me take more.
Her breath hitched. "That's it. Take your time. You're not proving anything to him. You already proved it to me the second you opened your mouth."
I moaned again, lips tight around him, heart racing with something between joy and surrender.
"You're making me so wet," she whispered. "Just from watching. Just from how beautiful you are when you give in."
I kept sucking, slow and warm. Each inch was for her. Every sound I made, every lick, every swallow, it all belonged to Lisa.
And she knew it.
She stroked my lower back with slow, steady fingertips. "You feel how heavy he's getting?" she whispered.
I nodded, my lips still wrapped around the thick, growing shaft.
"That's because of you, baby. You're doing that." Her voice was honey-thick with awe. "Your mouth is making him hard. You're the reason he's starting to swell."
He twitched again. I moaned around him.
Lisa's hand slid higher, up to the back of my neck. "God, you sound so sweet like this. Every little sound you make goes straight between my legs."
I pulled back slightly, just until the head was resting on my tongue, and looked up at her.
Her eyes locked on mine. "You want to keep going?"
I nodded.
"Then show me," she whispered. "Show me what my baby boy does when he wants to make me proud."
I took him again, deeper now. Not because I had to, but because I craved her praise. I wanted to hear it. Needed it.
She gasped. "Ohhh, fuck yes. Look at you."
He was fully hard now. Thick. Dark. Ridged with veins that pulsed against my lips. He filled my mouth, but not painfully, just enough to remind me who I was doing this for.
Lisa knelt closer, her breath brushing my cheek. "You know what's crazy?" she whispered. "Watching you like this makes me feel like the luckiest woman alive."
I moaned again, louder, needier, and she knew she had me.
She slid a hand between my legs, cupping my balls through my jeans. "Still rock hard," she whispered. "Of course you are. Your mouth is full, your heart's wide open, and I'm right here telling you how fucking beautiful you look."
I pulled back, gasping. "Lisa..."
She held my chin gently. "Yeah, baby?"
"I want to do it right. I want to make you proud."
She kissed me, soft and deep. "You already are."
Her tone shifted, from loving to slow, sensual command.
"Open wide."
I obeyed, trembling but ready.
"Let your tongue relax. Let him in. Let me watch you take care of your first real cock."
I wrapped my lips around him again, lower this time. My throat opened more easily now, my body adjusting, yielding.
Lisa moaned quietly beside me. "That's it. That's my boy. Look at what you're taking. Look at how fucking beautiful you are."
She brought her hand to her waistband, slipping under it, breath catching.
"I'm touching myself, baby. Because of you. Not him. You."
Every word was a reward. Every breath she took was a signal to go deeper, surrender further.
And I did, with her voice in my ear and her pride in my bones.
His cock twitched in my mouth, thick, fully hard now, and I felt the weight of it shift. Lisa noticed instantly.
Her hand slid around my neck. "Ohhh. Is he close?" she whispered, her tone laced with glee. "You're gonna make him cum, baby. With that pretty mouth."
I moaned around him, and the sound made him pulse again.
Lisa's voice dropped lower, soft and electric. "That's it. Don't pull away. Stay there. Make him feel it."
She brought her lips to my ear. "You've already taken so much. Made him hard. Made him need you."
Her fingers moved under my chin, tilting my head just enough to watch my eyes. "You ready to swallow it?"
I blinked, almost dazed, then nodded.
"Don't waste a drop. Show me how much you love giving this gift."
I opened wider, bracing.
He twitched once, then again, and then I felt it. A sudden warmth, a heavy pulse, and then
Hot spurts flooded my mouth. Salty. Real. His whole body tensed above me as the cock throbbed against my tongue. I moaned, half in shock, half in surrender.
Lisa gasped beside me. "Yes... yes, that's it, baby."
Her hand pressed into the back of my head, not forcing, just guiding. "Keep him in your mouth. Let him finish. Let him know you wanted this."
I stayed. Felt it all. The weight, the spill, the helpless shudder of release.
When it stopped, I pulled back slowly, lips dragging gently along the shaft.
Lisa looked at me like I was art.
Her eyes drank me in, the shine on my lips, the way my chest rose and fell, the trace of cum at the corner of my mouth.
She cupped my jaw. "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen."
I swallowed, barely breathing.
"You just took your first load," she whispered, proud and possessive. "From a real cock. And your own never went soft."
Lisa leaned in and kissed me softly, her lips brushing the corner of my mouth where a drop still lingered. "Let's go," she whispered, her voice steady now. "We've got more fun waiting at home."
She helped me up gently. I was still buzzing, cock hard, heart pounding, mouth tingling from everything I'd just done. She adjusted my jeans for me, her touch slow, deliberate. "You were perfect," she said, brushing my chest. "Exactly what I hoped for."
We stepped out of the booth together. The hallway was empty. Still warm. Still glowing low with that same soft red light. I felt like a different man walking through it now.
At the top of the stairs, Dan was behind the counter again, wiping down a glass.
He looked up as we approached. "Everything to your liking?"
Lisa smiled, cool, calm, in control. "Even better."
Dan nodded. "Glad it worked out."
I glanced between them, suddenly aware of something unspoken. The way his eyes lingered on her. The way hers lingered right back.
Then she said it, just light enough to seem casual, but laced with intent.
"Thanks for lining things up exactly how I asked."
He smirked. "Always happy to help."
My stomach flipped. My breath caught.
Lisa leaned close to me, running her hand down my arm. "You ready, baby?"
I nodded. But inside, everything spun.
She had arranged this.
Planned it.
Chosen it.
For me.
And the way she held my hand as we left... like she owned the night, and me along with it?
I'd never been more turned on in my life.
Thanks For Reading! If you enjoyed it let me know in the comments. I read them all and get turned on knowing I turned you on
Love hearing that!
Thanks
Thing is, I don't need anyone to MAKE me suck cock ... I'm down!
Love the idea of a great massage that is set up with a very hung trans girl without knowing. The surprise.
That moment when you open your eyes and realize that the crotch 6 inches from your face is...growing. And growing closer...
Of course. You and me both, BlueChamisa. No-one should ever be forced to perform fellatio against their will.
I like that
Sucking together would be a dream.
Or the perfect cock
It's no use waiting for the perfect cock.Or the perfect cock
Fair point
