#222124 - Holding it there he began to gently suck, his tongue washing in tight little circles around the engorged tip, each stroke of his hand bunching up her foreskin against his lips, then pressing down to let her balls hang a little heavier. He had been downstairs, that very morning, watching TV curled up on her sofa when she had walked in, wearing a T-shirt, her hair mussed, indicating that she had clearly just woken up. He leaned in, mirroring her head tilt and pressing his lips to hers, kissing her as his hand took her prompt and wrapped around her cock, squeezing the length, feeling the familiar sensation of a shaft in his fingers, the distinct softness wrapped around a steely core, but contrasted with the sheer size of her member that dwarfed his own and the oddness of it not being his own that he held.
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