Hot Blog: STREETBLOWJBOS STREET BLOWJOBS was taking no prisoners. So hot was she, I was almost relegated to being a 'bit' player. Eyes glazed, I know she wanted physiological input other than fingers right about then, but I was determined to tease her stupid. I felt her vaginal muscles gripping my fingers as I pushed in deeply whilst my thumb commenced a rhythmical, though pressured stimulation of her clitoral bud. I really was being cruel....stopping at crucial moments just to tell her how lovely she was. She was gasping with a need to cum and so I relented and began rubbing her hard enough that she just spread her legs, bringing on the big-o with indecent haste.
"Better than a French Vanilla Chocolate?" I enquired. She put her head on my shoulder and purred.
"Is she your daughter?" said a female voice just to the left of my chair? I glanced around.
Sitting there on the rug was a very attractive young woman, ostensibly in her late twenties. Seems she had been indulging in a spot of close-range voyeurism during the concluding moments of Larissa's performance.
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