“Small – 30-32 inches” the label said, “Do Not Tumble”
. Have you ever fantasized about wearing someone else’s soiled underwear or swim-shorts? Well I have and I’ve got to write this down quickly because it happened only last week and it was one of the horniest, sexiest experiences I can remember!
It happened at the swimming-pool where I go two or three times a week, quite early in the morning. As I desperately clutched my throbbing, pre-cum-soaked organ through the soft camouflage material, my orgasm began deep inside my groin, and as it spread its wave of intense ecstasy up and around my waist and back down into my groin, my balls jettisoned their load in an agonizing series of pulsating spasms that shot my thick white cream into the white mesh gusset of the shorts and through the camouflage outer material into my own hand
. . I was not wearing underwear
“Small – 30-32 inches” the label said, “Do Not Tumble”
. Have you ever fantasized about wearing someone else’s soiled underwear or swim-shorts? Well I have and I’ve got to write this down quickly because it happened only last week and it was one of the horniest, sexiest experiences I can remember!
It happened at the swimming-pool where I go two or three times a week, quite early in the morning. As I desperately clutched my throbbing, pre-cum-soaked organ through the soft camouflage material, my orgasm began deep inside my groin, and as it spread its wave of intense ecstasy up and around my waist and back down into my groin, my balls jettisoned their load in an agonizing series of pulsating spasms that shot my thick white cream into the white mesh gusset of the shorts and through the camouflage outer material into my own hand
. . I was not wearing underwear
“Small – 30-32 inches” the label said, “Do Not Tumble”
. Have you ever fantasized about wearing someone else’s soiled underwear or swim-shorts? Well I have and I’ve got to write this down quickly because it happened only last week and it was one of the horniest, sexiest experiences I can remember!
It happened at the swimming-pool where I go two or three times a week, quite early in the morning. As I desperately clutched my throbbing, pre-cum-soaked organ through the soft camouflage material, my orgasm began deep inside my groin, and as it spread its wave of intense ecstasy up and around my waist and back down into my groin, my balls jettisoned their load in an agonizing series of pulsating spasms that shot my thick white cream into the white mesh gusset of the shorts and through the camouflage outer material into my own hand
. . I was not wearing underwear
Stevie Rose In Birthday Stripes For Cold Caning Tradition