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Bathwater Drinker
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Bathwater Drinker
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some videos
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Bathwater Drinker
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other videos
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Bathwater Drinker
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fertility goddess 
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What a pair of tits! My new fav
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Bathwater Drinker
- Jul 18, 2023
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2 pics with @doe-eyes from Mara's fansly
bj with doe-eye's master
bj with doe-eye's master
Maras-secret and I were side by side on all fours when Sir called me first. I crawled blind toward him, searching with my hands for the couch until I finally reached his legs. That’s when I felt home. My lips around his cock, the familiar rhythm I’ve practiced hundreds of times. My place. My role. My comfort zone.
Mara stayed behind, waiting. And even though I couldn’t see her through my hood, I knew how she must’ve looked. How her shoulders probably weren’t fully straight, how her hands would betray her nervousness, how her eyes might dart up before remembering to lower again. We’ve had a few training moments already, and her hesitations are predictable in a way. Not bad, just new. Her energy gave her away: tense, buzzing, almost shy.
Sir told her to stand and present herself, and the silence between us felt heavy. I wanted to whisper, “Straighten your back. Keep your eyes down. Trust the order.” But of course I stayed quiet. That’s not my place unless commanded. So I just listened, blind but alert, while she stepped into her role as best she could.
When she finally joined me on the couch and took her turn on his cock, I kept my mouth open as Sir ordered, tongue out, waiting. That’s the difference between us. I don’t think anymore. I just do. She’s still thinking. Still hesitating. Still finding her way.
And then came Sir’s favorite game: passing his cock from mouth to mouth without ever letting it leave. Our tongues touched, slick with spit, guiding him back and forth. It’s always such a strange, hot collaboration. I couldn’t help but notice the smudges from her lipstick when Sir shifted. It must have smeared everywhere. She doesn’t know yet about sex-proof makeup, about how to prepare for long sessions. Those are things I’ve learned the hard way. Things I could pass on to her.
Because honestly? Blowjobs are my specialty. And part of me hopes Sir will ask me to teach her. Not out of competition, but because I know how satisfying it feels to hear his groan when you finally get it right. I want her to feel that too.
By the end, we were both messy. Red smudges, spit everywhere, Sir’s cock shining. Classic scene. Classic training. Classic reminder that no matter how different we are, we’re both here for the same reason: to serve him.
Mara stayed behind, waiting. And even though I couldn’t see her through my hood, I knew how she must’ve looked. How her shoulders probably weren’t fully straight, how her hands would betray her nervousness, how her eyes might dart up before remembering to lower again. We’ve had a few training moments already, and her hesitations are predictable in a way. Not bad, just new. Her energy gave her away: tense, buzzing, almost shy.
Sir told her to stand and present herself, and the silence between us felt heavy. I wanted to whisper, “Straighten your back. Keep your eyes down. Trust the order.” But of course I stayed quiet. That’s not my place unless commanded. So I just listened, blind but alert, while she stepped into her role as best she could.
When she finally joined me on the couch and took her turn on his cock, I kept my mouth open as Sir ordered, tongue out, waiting. That’s the difference between us. I don’t think anymore. I just do. She’s still thinking. Still hesitating. Still finding her way.
And then came Sir’s favorite game: passing his cock from mouth to mouth without ever letting it leave. Our tongues touched, slick with spit, guiding him back and forth. It’s always such a strange, hot collaboration. I couldn’t help but notice the smudges from her lipstick when Sir shifted. It must have smeared everywhere. She doesn’t know yet about sex-proof makeup, about how to prepare for long sessions. Those are things I’ve learned the hard way. Things I could pass on to her.
Because honestly? Blowjobs are my specialty. And part of me hopes Sir will ask me to teach her. Not out of competition, but because I know how satisfying it feels to hear his groan when you finally get it right. I want her to feel that too.
By the end, we were both messy. Red smudges, spit everywhere, Sir’s cock shining. Classic scene. Classic training. Classic reminder that no matter how different we are, we’re both here for the same reason: to serve him.
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