12. Be A Good Boy

Kelvin’s thighs trembled, his cock leaking precum like a broken faucet, the slick mess making Wendy’s fist glide up and down with wet, sticky slurps.

“Mommy,” he cried softly, his mouth parting in a silent O, eyes rolling back as she rubbed her thumb fast around his flushed cockhead, spreading the ...

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