My Hot Baby's
Puas

Zareena rubbed something that could not be mentioned. Surely it belongs to the most important part to a man. The price, the dignity is even there. A part of the body that gives birth to a new life for the next generation.

Tristan has opened the suit and belt. Raising the shirt so that the woman who is kneeling in front of him is free to complete her curiosity.

"May your lips fit" said Tristan.

"You might feel uncomfortable. My movements must have been stiff because this was my first experience," Zareena said as she rubbed gently.

"I'll teach you. You just play the tongue and don't bite it. Enjoy her like you ate a stick of ice cream."

"Yes, I've seen it and I'm curious about how it feels. Can I open it?" ask Zareena.

Tristan nodded. "of course. As you wish. He's yours now."

Slowly Zareena took off the hook, lowering Tristan's trousers to the knees. He swallowed. Seeing, so urgent, like a bird that wanted to escape from its cage.

"You can stop here" Tristan said.

Zareena shook her head. "I will not let go of this golden opportunity."

The last cover is also lowered. Zareena was shocked when the tip touched her nose. It will be the form that challenges it today.

"I told you not to be surprised. Yeah, I have a little bit of this advantage" Tristan said.

"I want to touch it."

Zareena braved herself. Warm, soft, hard when he gripped her. Making Tristan let out a voice that was exactly like when he was satisfied by the man.

"He's so perfect. So, this is what's called male power? This is what makes him so powerful. Throw women out. It hit so hard" said Zareena.

"Damn!" as Tristan said after hearing Zareena's words.

Zareena tipped the tip. Moisturize along that size with saliva from his mouth. Tickling with taste senses twirling in a tightened round circle.

"Stage him, dear," pinta Tristan.

"Will this fit on my lips?" ask Zareena.

"You try it."

A growling, heavy and hoarse voice sounded. Zareena looked at him. Feeling successful had been able to render the man helpless.

His mouth felt full, he was choked by the impulse Tristan gave. What an amazing size. Her lips were tearing, not even that it had fully entered.

"Sorry, Honey. I want you to feel this pain" Tristan said, cupping Zareena's head and moving her back and forth. "Like this, honey."

Zareena coughing. "Enough, I can't help it."

"Later you will get used to it. Come on, do it again. Satisfy him" pinta Tristan.

Zareena obeyed that order. Back giving a sensation of pleasure is not restrained and Tristan did something like that because he wanted to issue a push in him.

"Hold, Zareena. I'll be here any minute. Keep those sweet lips open" Tristan said.

Zareena's hair is no longer good. Tristan continued to hold his head to remain still in place, while the man's body moved forward piercing.

"I arrived" he said, then spewed all the liquid into Zareena's face.

"What's this?" ask Zareena.

Tristan laughs. "Wash it in your face, honey. It'll make your skin smooth."

"You lied!"

"Come, I'll help you take a shower" Tristan said, helping Zareena stand up. "Next time I'll throw it in your stomach."

"I have to take a shower."

"Yes, we have to take a shower."

Zareena glares. "I'm showering myself."

Tristan laughs. "Yes, honey."

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