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š„ AFTER THE BULL LEFTā¦ THE REAL FUN BEGAN. š„Still dripping, ..
Published: March 26th 2025, 1:00:26 pm
š„ AFTER THE BULL LEFTā¦ THE REAL FUN BEGAN. š„
Still dripping, still stretched, still wrecked from our Black Bull, Aria laid back with a satisfied smirk, legs still trembling as we talked about itāabout why she loves BBC so much. The way it fills her completely, takes her to places only true power can. The way she craves it, needs it.
And as she spoke, I felt itāher hand sliding over my cock, lazily stroking me while she recounted every delicious detail. How good it felt. How deep he went. How I could still taste him on her lips. And then, with those wicked eyes locked on mineā¦ she dropped to her knees.
She sucked me slow, teasing, playing, making sure I felt just how much she had enjoyed herself tonight. Between wet, sloppy strokes, we talkedāabout you, about how more men could learn to embrace this lifestyle, about how powerful it is to give their wives the kind of pleasure they truly deserve.
And for good measure, she reminded me exactly where I belonged. A few little taunts. A little humiliation. Just to keep me in my place. Because after tonight, it was obviousā¦ she had been ruined for anything less.
Youāre going to want to see this. š„š¦ Dropping now.
