[mounee]

Of course Mounee was excited, how could he not be in the presence of his sower even if it was for cam?His body was a fruit in fullness, a fig with red fertilized entrails and oozing honey through its small hole. It burned with desire to be with his man, to feel it inside his body.

- Sir ... do not torture me this way. I have fulfilled my promise and "I have not touched at any time" I promise you.
Sometimes her breasts emanated a sweet, delicious scent, and some droplets dripped from her nipples. Mounee was picking up a piece of an cotton and wiping his ultra-sensitive pink buttons. "Now they smell like milk with cookies" he says For himself. He brought her breasts close to the cam so that Edmond could see them better and a few droplets of milk sprouted involuntarily from her nipples. Mounee moaned because they ached .. it was a pain mixed with pleasure, a pleasure so intense that it hurt of pure pleasure.

- Oh, sorry, Sir ....