Slowly my cover was being pulled to the bottom of the bed, and I heard a gulp for air! The foetor of freshly brewed coffee and bacon filled the air. I was on my back, my four-inch soft cock, resting on my right thigh.
My bedroom has two doors, harmonious opens to the living apartment, the other to the bathroom, on through to the kitchen. The fragrance of freshly brewed coffee and bacon filled the air.
My bedroom has two doors, in unison opens to the living cell, the other to the bathroom, on through to the kitchen. The foetor of freshly brewed coffee and bacon filled the air. His scheme of telling me time to get up and pinch him outside.