Buttbusters

Damien savors the whipped cream, licking it slow from Dakota's skin across the kitchen table. He traces thighs, belly, chest—each swirl a teasing promise. They shift to a heated 69, mouths locked in fervent rhythm, building that fire. Now Damien's cock stands rigid, unyielding as the can itself. He thrusts deep, driving Dakota wild; eyes rolling back, body arching, teetering right on the table's brink.