Eating To The Beat Of The Bongos

Last night, TW let me snack on her delightfully tasty and well lubricated pussy right before bed. I knew I was doing a pretty good job because she was rhythmically squeezing my head with her legs and banging on my head like they were bongos.


I didn’t mind, not one bit. In fact, I’m looking forward to a second night’s engagement betwixt her thighs.

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