He’s a calming, loving, beautiful man. I’m with Taylor because I choose to be, not because I need to be. xnx I mostly paint old-style, in oils. “They’re nothing compared to yours,” he finally stutters. My hand is back on his cock, squeezing firmly, once he unlocks the door, and I lead him confidently into the bathroom. I can feel the moisture spreading into the crotch of my romper, and I suddenly feel genuinely shy. When he fills me up, I’m really filled. Taylor notices. Once it does, I can focus my entire attention on Taylor, the cheerfulness in his voice, his animated expressions, his enthusiastic gesturing. I’m dizzy, gasping, collapsing while already prone. Deep is good. He’s close. At a couple of stoplights I manage to lean over and give it a couple of full strokes with my mouth.
