He can walk and do mostly everything for himself. He takes it and smiles, saying,
“Thanks, sis. XNXX ‘It’s essentially my fault that he can’t do this himself, so it’s the least I could do,’ Mathilde thinks to herself, ‘Plus, it’s not like I need to blow him or anything. Do it! I can’t control certain actions of my body.”
“You’re gross! ‘Eeeewwww.’ she thinks to herself, sickened at the action as his sperm erupts onto her entire arm. ‘Eeeewwww.’ she thinks to herself, sickened at the action as his sperm erupts onto her entire arm. She’s in pure shock of what just happened. Still not enough. How could you not know this? Or, more appropriately, needed.
