Hot Head

So, two hours into the stroll, talking might not be the best solution to heal a broken heart.

Grief dissipates the second Haewon’s cock hits the back of your throat. Her hand shields your head from hitting the park’s brick wall. The scent is overwhelming; summer sweat is the case. You gag on her dick desperately, your manicured nails digging into her meaty thighs. You can feel your pussy heating, walls getting coated with slick juice inside your pants, aching for a release. God, you swear you can cum when she unloads herself into your mouth.

She tastes good too.