Wesley Stromberg Snapchat's Profile

Languages: español

Location: Colombia

Body Decorations: Ninguno

Smokes/Drinks: No,Aveces

Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans

Age: 19

Body Type: Curvy

Wesley Stromberg Snapchat - If you see her suck and fuck him.

Then call me and tell me what you think. :o) * * * * I watched the replay several times as Willem stripped and stood before Jonathon. A small tear in his jeans revealed that he had shot his video just before his heroic entry. While others stood there, he had a terrific view, one of him on his knees, his face turned towards me, his dick red, large and engorged, projecting itself into my view. After completing his naked scene, he had approached me to remove my hand from my crotch. I slowly gave in to his request. With all that had happened that night, over the last few weeks, each time I kneeled before him, I returned his kind smile. Slowly moving my hips towards his crotch, I reached down and spread my fingers. Softly at first, then more firmly. A moment of intense arousal, and I wanted him so badly. My palm moved over his penis, sending a jolt of electricity to the right spots. Again, I applied more pressure, this time. I could see goosebumps on the knuckles of his ass. I hesitated only a moment, then I let go. An image formed in my mind's eye, of a beautiful blonde standing in front of a menacing surfer, ready to play. I slid my hand down to hold his balls, a gesture designed to show the impression my hand had made.

I also wanted the surfer to have my hands full. Improving my control over my impulses, I hurriedly rolled the splashing effect to my taste. I began to kiss the head of his cock, seeking his approval. I broke our kiss a bit early. "Stand up," I told him. Without a word, he stood before me, taller than the surfer, blond bombshell bearing down on him. His black hair streamed out behind his back as I pushed him forward. My breasts brushed his skin. As we stood close, I ran my hands over his body, curling them together as I kissed down his neck. He let out a long, deep moan. I bent my head to take his earlobe in my mouth. He squirmed. I pressed it against his back. He leaned toward me, not meeting it. I squeezed.

He pressed into me. I enjoyed his submission. I ground my hips into him. I was in ecstasy. I held his body there against the will of the waves. Waves of primal need had driven us into the blindfold. As we broke apart, I saw his limp body unseaworthy. The restraints had been too tight. I let him go a bit. He turned his head to me in the darkness. "You're mine," I said. I took his chin in mine. "I will never let you go. Ever." "No," he said. "No!" "I said you were mine." He broke our lips again. "Yes?.

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