His breathing incredibly labored as Jimi had him close to orgasm. Turning to face Wanda and me, his back to the wall, as Jimi licked and sucked his nipples while undoing the clip at he side of his g-string, sliding it to the floor. “That boy must be at least ten-inches,” one of the women near us whispered, before another whispered, “At least.”
What seemed like six women whispered at the same time, “Oh wow,” as we all watched the other boy go to work on the boy with the at least ten-inch erection, his hands behind his head soaking up the sexual pleasure while he whispered encouragement. It is far better when your brain is in the moment. Gripping my man’s lower shaft with his hand, using the tip of his tongue to lightly lick the top of the head of his erection in a slow circular motion. Deep throating my man, taking as much as he can of his erection far enough into his mouth that it reaches his throat.