I receive a proper British handjob
I had a lovely night's sleep and I am just stirring, my cock semi erect as I enjoy some light stretching. stealing into the room, quite unexpectedly and unreasonably, was a brunette beauty, the Duchess of Wales. She motions for me to be quiet as she sits next to me, pulling the covers down. She has a most beautiful smile. What do we have here she says in mock surprise as she fishes out my willy. Oh lovely she sighs and begins to fondle and waken my sleeping member. I do so miss giving a nice bloke a good seeing to, she huskily says. I was quite good at doing this in my college years. Her voice and accent are so beguiling. She is so sweet and gentle. Immaculately dressed and done up. my wedding tackle responds. She coaxes a good deal of precum which she samples with an expert finger. Mmm she moans. She edges me for many minutes and I look on to her angelic face. Shall we make you come then now? There it is. The royal we. I nod dumbly. She positions herself with her face at my cock her mouth open as I come hard in and around her face. She is as delighted as I am. There all better? Yes I say. What a lovely dream.
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