Colombiana Disfrutando De Una Experiencia íntima Con Un Hombre Bien Dotado

My penis was hard, throbbing, and oozing liquid, which she licked from her slimy fingers. But she didn’t, there wasn’t time—“
Belinda began to scramble out from under me. I’m gonna smell like a whorehouse.”
“I think you smell wonderful,” I said, lowering my face to her crotch and taking a good long whiff of her soaked cunt before moving my tongue in to lap up our combined juices. We left the church as soon as we could without being obvious and headed straight for her her house and her parents’ rec room. Annabelle and I did them one better; she crawled up my exhausted body and lowered her dripping crotch to my mouth and let me lick her clean. This erection had been for Belinda, and it didn’t seem right to use it just for myself. We walked out of the theater, Belinda smiling with mild amusement at my somewhat awkward gait: my cock and balls were swollen and bulging, and I could only move very slowly and carefully.