My hand tightly gripped that masculine baby and kept being intimate.
That masculine treasure was still bursting forth.
"Honey, I want to eat, I want to eat.”
"Honey, what do you want to eat?" Her husband pretended not to understand.
"Annoying, you're so bad. Hubby."
I couldn't care less. Lying on my back, I pushed my husband away with both hands and turned over. She pounced on him. I want to eat. I want to put my husband in my mouth.
I looked at my baby, who was already standing there, with my charming eyes. I looked at my husband's wild eyes. He seemed to be waiting, waiting for my warm lips to attract the feelings that slowly flowed through his body.
Lying flat on the bed, my husband closed his eyes slightly and let my lips and the tip of my tongue slide over his burly body.
Fifteen years, fifteen years of physical communication, let us reach an appropriate tacit understanding.
My husband also wants me to eat him. He loves it when I eat his baby. He said that my tongue was so gentle. Every slight change made him feel a comfortable feeling that he had never felt before. Every time he was happy, he would forget about it.
Every time the gentle tip of her tongue circled around her baby, her husband's breathing and actions would become crazy. That's what I'm looking forward to and longing for. Only by letting my husband completely release his wild nature will I truly feel the melting of love.
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