No more routine
I used to living in the routine of masquerades and picnics; I stopped thinking of sex, but then one young boy gave me flowers and asked for a rendezvous... He tamed me at once, his lips drive me mad...then he started to ride his cock in me, the noise of the juices was so hot and I could feel droplets of his sweat rain down on my body...

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