>>718373107 >my boy, if your mother decided to let Jamarcus's mouth descended on her cleavage, slobbering wet kisses across the pale valley, his tongue lapping at the salty skin, drenching her tits with saliva that dripped down her sternum like precum trailing from his cock, his lips sucking and nibbling the tops of her breasts as she giggled ticklishly, her demure nature indulging him for a moment, her hands running through his close-cropped hair, that's their business boy! not ours!
