Was this my punishment, my hell?
I sat up, experiencing a very odd sense of disorientation
Read more. My heart was torn again between my love and emptiness.
. . The two warm, velvet-like tentacle cups, went on massaging his balls, which seemed to have engorged and swollen more and more, a second later, the third tentacle retracted back, where it touched the tip of his glans, and began coiling around his now-hard throbbing member, forward and backward, as if milking the hard flesh
Was this my punishment, my hell?
I sat up, experiencing a very odd sense of disorientation
Read more. My heart was torn again between my love and emptiness.
. . The two warm, velvet-like tentacle cups, went on massaging his balls, which seemed to have engorged and swollen more and more, a second later, the third tentacle retracted back, where it touched the tip of his glans, and began coiling around his now-hard throbbing member, forward and backward, as if milking the hard flesh
Was this my punishment, my hell?
I sat up, experiencing a very odd sense of disorientation
Read more. My heart was torn again between my love and emptiness.
. . The two warm, velvet-like tentacle cups, went on massaging his balls, which seemed to have engorged and swollen more and more, a second later, the third tentacle retracted back, where it touched the tip of his glans, and began coiling around his now-hard throbbing member, forward and backward, as if milking the hard flesh
Virgin Cocktie