Anal Obsession: Belle Clare & Anita Bellini Worship Throbbing Cocks

My heart skipped a beat as I saw him, his silhouette framed by the light spilling from the hallway, highlighting the contours of his chest and the strength in his frame. Mofos Every inch of him was sculpted, the muscles of his body stretching under his skin as he stepped closer. His arm wrapped around me so casually that, at first, I didn’t even register what was happening. “Oh god, Jose, you’re so big! “Jose, I’m happy being here… for you.”
His brow furrowed, and he leaned in closer. He watched me, his grin widening as if he already knew my answer before I even did. And then there was Jose. “See something you like?” he asked, his voice low, teasing, and daring, with an edge that made my stomach tighten. His teeth grazed my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine as his voice dripped with authority. The warmth of his breath lingered on my skin, teasing me, building anticipation with every inch he traveled. The heat of it lingered on my thighs, his skin slick against mine, the evidence of my release filling the space between us and drenching the bed. Jose was only 15, caught in that fragile space between boyhood and manhood. My hands slid down his back to rest on his hips which were still pressed into my body. oh my god, I’m sorry!” The words tumbled out, broken and desperate, my voice shaking under the strain of shame and regret.