Not much, meant to be more but the phone range. You'll get the idea.
"More tongue!" she yelled happily and yanked.
When she yanked my balls were squeezed mighty tightly and my tongue went more feverishly to work.
She had on a oval seat I'd carefully cushioned and built into a stool. To be honest the seat, which came from, a hardware store normally would've gone on a toilet.
Instead it was her smothering throne.
Some nights I silently serviced her and see used the handy cord as a means to ensure that should my enthusiasm flag she could rev it back up in an instant.
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