Chapter 740 Her Ass Is Sweeter Than Ice:>Ep3

• Emily watched his bare buttocks stride from the room. He had a nice, tight looking ass. She licked her lips; there was a strange salty, musky taste from his lips. She opened her eyes wide when she realized the odd taste was herself. She was tasting her essences.
• "I, hope you'll let me..." John-John asked, returning with a large bottle of peanut oil.
• His cock looked large, imposing. Emily looked at the thick member, the heavy balls, the scrub of brown pubic hair. She admired his muscular chest and broad shoulders and muscled, hairy thighs.