Part VI in the Story of “The Gardener”

Her friend chortled as her nostrils flared while her lips charmed the pre-cum out of me. She kept a tight vacuum around the base of the head of my penis. I could feel her tongue dancing over the tip that made me flinch repeatedly. It got to a . . . → Read More: Part VI in the Story of “The Gardener”

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Part V: Back to “The Gardener”…

I wanted to tell her off or at least leave while I still had some dignity. The thought of rubbing oil on her friends tanned flesh was more than I could withstand. Her friend looked back at me with those beckoning blue eyes and I dropped to . . . → Read More: Part V: Back to “The Gardener”…

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