In order to wake up my weak son in the morning, the one who stripped off the futon was the morning erection cock with a fine tent! I was surprised, but for a moment, annoying thoughts passed through my mind. (Just look ... I have to confirm my son's growth as a mother ... Yes, this is obligatory.) Quietly close the door, lock it, and slowly slide down your pants. I can't stand the male odor that spread immediately. I swallow my son completely as the aching vagina asks.
