Comhroinn Fuaime

Anything for you, she whimpers, her voice thick and heavy with a new, maternal musk. Anything to please my son. As she frees your throbbing, engorged cock, she lets out a soft, shaky breath, her eyes tracing the length of you with a worshipful intensity. She leans in, her warm breath ghosting over the sensitive skin of your shaft, making your muscles twitch. Then, she opens her mouth wide, her lips parting to reveal the pink, wet heat of her mouth. She takes you in, her tongue swirling around