And I was “fucking like a rock star,” he told me. He told me to lower my head and kiss the tip of his cock. XXX It was big and stretched my lips wide. And I was “fucking like a rock star,” he told me. He stopped kissing my neck and softly whispered, “It’s OK, Molly. He said if I just let myself go, I’d soon forget the terrible events of the past week. He told me to “close my eyes and remove all thoughts from your mind.”
I closed my eyes, and he continued to talk to me about how I needed to let go of my bad feelings and think of more pleasant things. He smiled at me. I stuck my tongue out, coming in contact with the tip of his cock. And I was “fucking like a rock star,” he told me. Again, my butt lifted without being asked, and I allowed him to slide my shorts off.
