Manipuri Grandpa
He removed his hand from his dick, letting the foreskin naturally fold back over the girl top of his piss-hole, to once again hide it from Lisa’s prying eyes. But now Lilly had taken to gently squeezing his dick with the free hand. “Gods, you know how to make such art, Ealaín. Ooh, yes, yes, you’re inspiring me towards my orgasm.”