Chapter 91 A Night on the farm

I used all my knowledge to tease Antoninus.

A pair of big white legs rubbed against his waist several times, then bent and lifted, trying to fit more closely with his private parts.

The inner walls of the genital muscles, which are covered with thick pubic hair, squirm, and the seams of flesh begin to flow outward.

The bright, greasy liquid trickled down the center of my leg, moistening my thigh and wetting his thigh.

Antoninus has taken off his blindfold.

The color of his eyes grew darker, and his closed lips were gently raised, and his eyes smiled faintly, as if to see what other tricks I could play.

Blushing, I closed my eyes and ignored him, clenching my lip and trying to move my hips back and forth.

The wet flesh crevices rubbed against his giant roots, slurping water, trying to get as much of the greasy liquid as possible over the ferocious stick.

Shouldn't that be enough by now?

I hesitated to lift myself up, gent