No one messes with me.Ashley took another tactic and turned to him. "Jeff, my darling, could you explain the way the betting works?"Jeffrey started to...explain all the different ways of betting while she stared intently into his eyes, focused on every detail. Poor girl. She was ever so desperate to show her love to him.Matt plunked down in his seat and bumped me. I gave him a sharp look and worried whether his sharp elbow might have put a bruise on my soft pale skin."Matt, where's my bet?" I. She started moving her head faster, slurping and sliding it over the head of his shaft as her small hands held the base of his dick. Soon she felt the cum building in his balls, and just before he could release, she quickly scooped up two spoonfuls of ice-cream and dumped them on his prick, using her hands to rub the coldness around his shaft. He screamed and his cock tried to shrink away from the cold. But the blood pounding through it kept it nice and hard. Not fearing the punishment she knew. My cock is harder than ever. I massage gently with two fingers the tip of my penis with emphasis on the brake: huge sensation, in fact I think I'll enjoy ....Stopp, I stop because the touch is too close to ejaculation. few drop of sperm, however, so my glans.too hard to resist but it must continue. I spend my index finger gently on the tip of the glans to recover the drop of sperm and then I lick my finger gently.is the only time I get to taste my cum, I always fantasy of drinking it after a. ‘Well, I can’t complain…’ he smiled when saw the lingerie. ‘I definitely… can’t complain.’ ‘I take it you like it?’ I wrapped my arms around his neck and he slid his hands down my sides. ‘Very much.’ he kissed me again, harder, and we stumbled our way over to the couch. We didn’t spend anymore time chatting after that. I helped him out of his shirt and jeans, and tossed them on the coffee table. Blaine was always doing the same when she brought her boy-toys home, and for some reason, it made.