(Wow,I loved the metaphor of the white swan emerging from the sheets) :)
Mounee was breathing heavily after climaxing with her pleasure. He had scrambled hair, red cheeks, very hot lips and bulging with excitement. Her thighs were soaked and moistened by the fluids of the intense that Edmond had caused through the telephone and the remote control of the vibrator.
He thought of his Master's hands covered with his own semen, and also remembered when Bruce, the driver, under the window ejaculated on the scrub of red roses. "Oh, Sir ... how I would lick your hands covered with your valuable seed, suck each one From your fingers and digest to the last drop spilled by your cock.
Hungry, thirsty ... Mounee touched his intimate parts and picking up a little of his own fluids he brought to his mouth and began to lick his fingers. Mounee needed food, he needed his man. The sucking motions on his thumb soothed his anxiety, the jaws moved rhythmically suckling, his fleshy lips tightened to the axis of his thumb sucked like a child a tit ... so he calmed down.
He placed the pillow between her legs and hugged her as if it were Edmond's body, a wave of tenderness and affection calmed him even more. Palpating his belly, he told his son: have you sweet dreams, my little baby, your mother loves you very much because you are a very good baby. You will see how Daddy will soon come to take care of us and protect us. Sleep in my arms, my precious baby. Mom loves you.
Mounee was breathing heavily after climaxing with her pleasure. He had scrambled hair, red cheeks, very hot lips and bulging with excitement. Her thighs were soaked and moistened by the fluids of the intense that Edmond had caused through the telephone and the remote control of the vibrator.
He thought of his Master's hands covered with his own semen, and also remembered when Bruce, the driver, under the window ejaculated on the scrub of red roses. "Oh, Sir ... how I would lick your hands covered with your valuable seed, suck each one From your fingers and digest to the last drop spilled by your cock.
Hungry, thirsty ... Mounee touched his intimate parts and picking up a little of his own fluids he brought to his mouth and began to lick his fingers. Mounee needed food, he needed his man. The sucking motions on his thumb soothed his anxiety, the jaws moved rhythmically suckling, his fleshy lips tightened to the axis of his thumb sucked like a child a tit ... so he calmed down.
He placed the pillow between her legs and hugged her as if it were Edmond's body, a wave of tenderness and affection calmed him even more. Palpating his belly, he told his son: have you sweet dreams, my little baby, your mother loves you very much because you are a very good baby. You will see how Daddy will soon come to take care of us and protect us. Sleep in my arms, my precious baby. Mom loves you.