Swallowing My Man’s Delicious Load Of Cum

Though both of us want more, we have no time, we get dressed and head to our last breakfast together for just over for three months. “We’ve got all evening and night for that kind of fun,” he had said that morning with a smirk “besides, it’ll make the memory of it all the sweeter.”

So that’s what we did, heading to our favourite cafe, the cinema to watch the latest Marvel movie, where I gave him a handjob whilst he fingered me, out to some famous local hills where we were nearly caught fucking in the middle of a ring of bushes by someone walking their dog (if they had looked to see what was intriguing their pet so much rather than pulling it away by the lead the game would have been over). As soon as he closes the door I let out a long, tired groan and fall back onto the pillow, drifting back to sleep.