Commonwealth of Three
I am licking up everything that Imran has pumped into Cheryl. My wife as a gold bar with unset diamonds both end inserted through her clitty hood. It moves as I swirl my tongue upwards and around her button to ladle up every last drop of his semen. She moans softly as I minister to her sex, which by now has been pulled about so much, that her sex lips permanently pout. By flicking my tongue deftly back and forth I can make them gently flap, their flesh filling with blood and making them look even more luxurious. As she moves against my open mouth then, Imran’s fingers move south the share the eager pleasure. There are gold rings with extravagant stones set within them, against the soft brown flesh of his skin, the paler …