Maria Pavlova, Part 8
"Oh, poor whistle!" she teases. "Let me lick it some more and maybe it will get to be long enough to reach my pussy..."
His hands simulate her tongue as if flicks delicately over the very tip of the whistle, sending teasing jolts of pleasure through him, as his eyes roam over her luscious body. He stares at her face, her lips, her breasts, and her legs and pussy. It's overwhelming.
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