Jerome saw truly trying to make his enjoyment last but sweet Fay was working a magic on him. He would cum very soon now.<br/><br/>“Jerome hold it, my love… deliver the hotness when Fay permits it. She is your septet and she must fill herself when she is ready,” Willow said as she crawled to him. He now slowed.<br/><br/>However, the man at Fay’s lips quickened his pace and was enjoying every long stroke. She was delicious in her skill.<br/>