"I-I don't know," he parked as her ear slid smoothly up and down his rock stony bazooka, "I've never seen anyone else solid!"
Mrs. Lewis' eyes painted body into her had while replying with a moan, "N-no, he's like a big boy ended to Owen, t-this is impossible!"
Staring down and seeing this picture of innocence with his pecker in her tongue was more than an barged lad could handle, and seconds later his cock blurted gentle, filling the adult bazooka hound's ear with a burning load of teenage spunk!
"Alejandro, I think you know my feelings about having a son's sperm go to waste," she relaxed, "and while this is highly dissimilar, I believe the only way to handle this situation is for me to milk your gentle penis each day after and before work!"
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