
Slowly, 假阳具骑乘, Watching Glowing Containing The Storm He Was His Hand Stroked His Cock Lazily—thick 同性恋AI色情
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查看此样式Mating press. That god of thunder—Juno, the Heat—gripped my hips again, his cock now sliding between my cheeks, heavy and electric. He hadn't entered me yet. He was charging. His body hummed with restrained thunder, like every breath he took was a countdown.
The Third—he didn’t touch me yet. He stood at the edge of the circle, watching. Glowing. Containing the storm he was. His hand stroked his cock lazily—thick, veined, vibrating like a live wire. White dust shimmered across the crown like it had been kissed by lightning itself.
“You’re going to remember this, ” he said. “Not in your mind—in your bones.”
Then he moved forward, slowly, pressing his forehead to mine. His voice entered me like smoke
“Say yes.”
I did.
That was the only word I could say. Thunder. Lightning.