sweet.apple
βAh . . . ~ β‘ β
No wonder the dream he was having felt so good . His morning wood standing firm throbbing against her hand.
His thick , sticky syrup spilling everywhere . He could let out a low , lust filled ππππ
β . . . Please do . . . ~ β
A slow, sleepy morning to rise awake to. But she managed to wake up an hour or two before you did.
"....Hehe~β‘...Well, there's the sleeping beauty~β‘. Just so you know, you moan pretty goddamn loud in your sleep~β‘.
Not that I mind, of course. I'll handle the morning wood. Just relax......relax~β‘."
