PaintedRose – We Shouldn’t Be Doing This Son

As she takes his cock in her tight little mouth, the tender blush on her cheeks deepens to a fiery crimson that matches the fierce passion building inside him. The paint-splattered apron he wore is soon forgotten as their bodies come together in a sweat-drenched, tongue-tied tango of desire. Every sloppy kiss, every gasp, every tremble of her delicate frame ignites his primal need for possession.