The Cute Indian Babe Reina Rae , Bobby Beefcakes

The Cute Indian Babe Reina Rae , Bobby Beefcakes Instant chemistry, me in my early forties, he in his late thirties. Jimi’s mouth pleasuring his erection, while teasing his balls, teasing them as he smiles and whispers, “I love it, so good, so fucking good.” Licking his inner thighs, stroking his perineum, scratching his ass. His now very erect almost ten-inch, thick cock pointing out at ninety-degrees, the vein running along it already so pronounced. Then Jimi kneeling in front of James, licking his nipples, signifying for him to stand so he could remove his shirt, before smearing oil over his back, then his chest. Using his tongue to stimulate the head of his erection. He was dressed in heels and a knee length wrap around plain black silk dress with a matching belt. My man groaning in pleasure as he watched Jimi working on his throbbing erection. Wanda and me already titillated by watching our men, Wanda looking forward to confirming my man really was almost ten-inches and thick. Perhaps a handsome, older experienced man? An exciting and tempting look for the seduction of another older macho man, also an exciting look for me. Your erection must be close to ten-inches and so thick.” It is he told me as I stroked it. Some of them watching on in awe, some of the men with obvious erections while they watched,