I gasped for air, tasting the salty and bitter spunk mixed with Mr. Milf porn My eyes glazed over, blinking away tears as I tried to keep my throat open for Mr. “Clean off my cock, you whore.” he demanded, stepping closer to my face. He regards me with a slight smile, but his eyes are dispassionate, almost cold. I held on as best as I could but still gagged slightly as he moved away. His calloused, chubby hands were not gentle as he squeezed my nipples, and I gasped as I began to reach for his zipper. Franks’ expression turns a bit more sour than normal, but he agrees, and before I realize what is happening, all 3 of us are going into Mr. And yet.. Maybe he was spent, or too tired. Franks’ basement office. Franks begins to ask, then looks at Daniel and notices something in his hands that I can’t see.
