In our private box, no one noticed
you stroking my delicious hard-on through my slacks. You jizz Regretfully, you let my long, hot, hard, extremely think staff slide
out of your mouth. Hooking the garment bag over the door, I
turn you around let out a low wolf-whistle. I
groan heavily. I want to
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You grab the sides of the table and push back hard
against me until you can feel my mighty tool touch your hungry womb! You promised!”
I sigh, letting my hands drop from your firm flesh, and reach for the garment
bag.
