04-13-2017, 05:21 PM
In their vigorous motions, the thin milk of Reese's was splashed everywhere, some landing on his abdomen, some on the desk, and even on his face. Philippe didnt let it go to waste as he licked the small white droplets wherever he could reach. Each cry, each moan, each tightening on his canal drew Philippe into a more pumped stage, and he fleetingly thought this could last forever as he roared and thrusted, now holding Reeze's hips to hold him steady. He moved his hips like a motor, even the desk started moving, everything on it seemed to bounce witb their rhythm.
