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A Oscar Winning Performance
A Oscar Worthy Performance
Going to the kitchen, for a morning cup of coffee. She stands there, one step ahead of me. I wrap my arms around her waist, left hand going up her shirt and my waist pressed against her backside. She feels my "hello". Then turns around and tells me her lil miss riding hood, has come to town. "DAMN!". I sigh, and before I could say OK. She puts a finger to my lips and says "I just the thing". She lowers herself down, and proceeds to give me, what can only be called. "The Oscar Award" winning performance, of a lifetime. I clutch the sink, as she sux my balls, one at a time. Her face, massaging my shaft. I'm thinking, "what did I do, to deserve this. And can I do it again. The pulsating shaft, tells her to suck it. The back of her throat, I feel, her left hand wrenching and stroking. Still massaging the balls. It's too much, I hunch and hug the counter, as four burst, shoot the back of her throat I fall down in front of her. Breathing heavily, I pull her into my arms. THANK YOU!!!, In a exhausted yet satisfied voice. She smiles and says. "That's just Day 1.
Going to the kitchen, for a morning cup of coffee. She stands there, one step ahead of me. I wrap my arms around her waist, left hand going up her shirt and my waist pressed against her backside. She feels my "hello". Then turns around and tells me her lil miss riding hood, has come to town. "DAMN!". I sigh, and before I could say OK. She puts a finger to my lips and says "I just the thing". She lowers herself down, and proceeds to give me, what can only be called. "The Oscar Award" winning performance, of a lifetime. I clutch the sink, as she sux my balls, one at a time. Her face, massaging my shaft. I'm thinking, "what did I do, to deserve this. And can I do it again. The pulsating shaft, tells her to suck it. The back of her throat, I feel, her left hand wrenching and stroking. Still massaging the balls. It's too much, I hunch and hug the counter, as four burst, shoot the back of her throat I fall down in front of her. Breathing heavily, I pull her into my arms. THANK YOU!!!, In a exhausted yet satisfied voice. She smiles and says. "That's just Day 1.
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