You know what’s hot?

Memory or fantasy?

Coming deep in Serena’s throat while she struggles not to scream as she clenches her tiny thighs tight on my ears, her cunt getting salty as she comes on my face, on my beard.

Caprice, in 69 position, sucking a giant cock while she sits on a man's face.
My cock is NOT that big. Serena’s mouth isn’t, either. And, her hair isn’t that dark. But. She’s hotter.

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