‘Come on, Sol. You were just getting good at it,’ Rosanna countered. ‘Well…’ Solace said in a softening tone. ‘I did have a great time un...il I felt someone push me. But I could have killed myself,’ she said indignantly. ‘And where were you, Sir Galahad?’ Rosanna could not argue with her, so she reached out, placed her hand on Solace’s hip and pulled her towards her. ‘I can make you feel better,’ she said suggestively and before Solace could protest, she placed her lips on hers and kissed her. I groan at the double sharp sensation of what he is doing to my tits, and moan at the loss of his dick from my mouth. He lets go and pushes his cock back into my mouth. Matt starts with a string of commentary again, "Fuck yeah, boy. That's good. That's my good boy. Suck your man's dick. Make your man happy. I'm going to feed my hungry boy. Is that what you want? You want me to feed my boy? That's what I'm going to do. Feed my hungry cocksucker boy." I can tell he's zoning already, fucking my. It was also amazing to see the two babysitters washing their boobs and their genital parts with soap when Catherine was washing my penis by masturbating me with her small hands. She also cleaned my urethra to make sure that there was no resting piece of sperm or any cum inside me. Catherine had the tan of the Hungarian model Eva Shine, as today shes even more tanned, today, she could look like the Czech model Caprice. By masturbating me, she started up another erection. My boner was now 7. O aaahhhh uhhhhhhhhhh korchhilo.Ami oor saree ta ak hath diea khultea suru korlam. Oor sarre jei oor komor theke khule porechhe ami soja niche boshe oor sada saya tule oor sayar tolay dhuke oor panty pora gud ta kamre dhorlam. O aahhhhhhhh kore uthlo. O akta laal color ark om dame panty pore chhilo. Ami panti ta tan mere khule oor gud ta kamre dhorlam. O dike amar duto hath oor pod take chotkachhe. Mou amar matha ta oor gude chhepe dhore ache aar mukhe aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh uhhhhhhhhhuu.