Desi Gand

I repeated this with a grape, and this time she stole a quick swipe of her tongue into my mouth as the ball of fruit passed between us. She was smilin... as I climbed slowly into the tub, allowing the overflow to drain the rising water. By now I was rock hard, I had one surprise left before we moved on to touch. I opened a small pot of honey, and poured a few lines of it over the tip of my cock, and then leaned against the wall behind her and let her smell the sweetness by waving it below her. The look of glee on Marsha’s face damn near made me climax. She walked off and we paid for the leash and got back into the car. She started it again and to my horror, we did not head for home but continued on. Within a mile we had pulled into a sporting good’s store parking lot. The name of the store could also be used as a nickname for a man’s penis and Marsha laughed at the irony. Again we got out and I was relieved that she did not clip on the leash. We wandered in and went to the men’s wear. More

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