Gerald knew that Weggie wanted him, as much as he wanted her. The swollen folds that might be waiting for the bulging stick, waiting anxiously while kissing.
The sticky lips pecked at each other, sticking out their clashing tongues as if they wanted to hook each other up. Smashing and attacking, advancing the mouth that has been ruled by lust.
Weggie closed her eyes, felt her weak knees, which spread as Gerald's body was between her, hugged her, and supported her nape to facilitate the invasion of the tongue into her cavity.
His suck was indeed quite strong, maybe due to his chubby body so that he had more strength too. Her lips seemed to fall out of place when he didn't want to stop sucking them, making them stick out like rubber.
Clashing again between the two tongues, thumping and sinking, roaming through each tooth cavity, as if counting them one by one, checking to see if there was anything they could find.
