So much cum swallowing

So much cum swallowing

Mr. Duton was going to bend over his trousers when he saw me melt again on his cock. I had decided not to let him go this way and especially to move up a gear. I put my hands on her buttocks and began to suck faster. At first shocked and paralyzed, the old man understood quickly that he would not be able to contradict me or escape.

The excitement mingled with shock and when her buttocks contracted suddenly, I realized that it was the signal to slow the pace. Mr. Duton let out a loud moan and I felt almost immediately his hot and thick spunk gush in me.

I had rarely had so much cum swallowing in such a short time and my throat was put to the test. The pelvis of man was approaching mechanically towards me, trying to ejaculate in the depths of my being It was a fairly common reflex but could impact the swallowing of the fellatrice. His hands clung to the wall so as not to instinctively imprison my head.

The sperm continued to flow into my throat and into my mouth without me can, or want to change anything. Finally the storm calmed down and Mr. Duton stopped moaning as I finished swallowing his cum submissively as he finished the pipe. I cleaned her sex completely with my lips and my tongue then admired the smile that my client proudly wore.

I loved when the work was done! I then helped him to get dressed and sensually raised myself in front of luia. I asked him if I could kiss him and he nodded despite the risk that traces of his sperm still covers my lips. I kissed her so tenderly, grabbed her hand and brought her back under my blouse and bare buttocks.

– Next time you might be able to do other things, Mr. Duton, I whispered knowing that it would not happen because of the loop in which I was.
“It would be with pleasure, Madame,” he replied. Thanks again for …
He did not have time to finish his sentence that was knocked on the door.
– Sabrina, said the receptionist behind the door, I still have a patient here. Can you take care of it?
– Yes of course Martha, I’m coming, I say to the attention of the receptionist. I’m sorry Mr. Duton, but I’ll have to leave you. I offer you the consultation, I added, buttoning my blouse. Let’s say it’s because I also owe you a thank you because I really appreciated what you did to me.

I loved to give back to people who were suffering from not having any more. This gratitude had the desired effect because the septuagenarian thanked me again warmly before leaving me in a happy tone.

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