A Wet and Wild Songkran, Night 1: My Nose is Crushed, My Face Enveloped in Her Ass
"I want to ride your cock," she purred. "But first I want to ride your face."
After Queen Nazz and I came home from the first day of Songkran, they showered and...
I lay on the bed. Queen Nazz was wearing red panties and nothing else. She straddled my stomach, as I leaned back against the bedframe. She brushed my hair with her hand.
"I want to ride your cock," she purred. "But first I want to ride your face."
She pulled me down into the middle of the bed. I could see her nipples perking up. I could feel my cock doing the same.
"You must taste my panties."
Nazz moved herself forward and set herself down on my face. I tasted, smelled, and felt her panties. The musky feminine scent. The soft cotton and lace around the edges.
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