Recent Blog: BIG LEAGUE FACIALS BIGLEAGUEFACIALS.COM slid in easily as I stretched to take the extra girth then I pushed back at him, encouraging him to continue. I really love that feeling of being stuffed and re-stuffed with every stroke. I took the pressure off my knees and sank to my stomach: he followed me all the way. Having already come several times today I knew he would be in no hurry so I relaxed to enjoy the rhythmic probing.
I fell into a luxurious reverie as small waves of pleasure suffused me with each stroke. After countless minutes of this heaven, I asked him to turn me over. He had to pull out but soon he had me on my back with my knees over his shoulders as he found my waiting hole and pressed home again. Ah, that hit a few different spots and intensified the pleasures washing through me. I felt my own climax building and whispered those words to him, "Just say when, Petey Boy!"
Tantalisingly he kept to the same rhythm for endless seconds then suddenly gripped my hips, cried out, "When, when, Jenny Wren," and banged in. Oh, that was it for me: with his words ringing in my ears, a warm tingle spread from deep within my arse from where the head was repeatedly knocking and through my body. I was vaguely aware of his load pumping into my passage and of my own incoherent moans and through the mists I heard him calling "Jenny, Oh, my Jenny Wren ..."
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