#210572 - No matter, when I looked up at him and saw the look of pure joy on his face, the size of the cock didn’t matter. I was swirling my tongue around the head of his cock, and with each passing circle, he would look up at the ceiling. Around 45, his gut hung over his belt, his shirt was sloppily tucked in, his hair was partly gray and poorly kept.
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