Death directly follows life. Without life, there is no death. And without death making way for life, there isn't more.
I stand up and take my pants off, my cock fully erect doesn't get much of a chance to feel the air around it. You hastily get off of the bed and get down on your knees, grabbing my cock by the base, you wrap your soft lips around my head, and massage the tip with your tongue.
I allow you to put me in the vicinity of your desires. I kiss your hip bones, lick the spaces just outside your lips. I pull my mouth back from you and softly blow on your slit. You moan in pleasure, pulling on my hair, you try to connect my mouth to you.
I resist, continuing my torturous teasing. I lick your outsides again, and blow. I work my way down to the bottom of your slit, I give it a tender lick, your moans getting louder now...the end of the story look at the video above ↑ ↑ ↑
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