Chatting atult italy bongacams. After snuggling silently for a while, basking in contentment, he caresses a nipple through the cloth of my burqa.
It responds and I look down to see that his cock is growing. I take my last sip and set my cup down.
With a fingertip, I gently stroke the underside of his cock as it lays against his belly. I realize that for many years I had taken it for granted, until I almost lost it and the wonderful man attached to it.
I learned since then, that sharing it did not diminish it, or the wonderful man attached to it. Chatting atult italy bongacams.