Perhaps if you’d touch me, I’ll pretend it’s my wife…” he asked hopefully.Velamma placed a hand on his tool and started stroking him. “Is that better?”“Well, you’re good, but my wife doesn’t JUST use her hands.”“You mean she uses her mouth as well?”“That’s probably why I haven’t cum, yet. Desi aunty sex My spunk makes everything grow fast and big. Her tongue rolled over it as she tickled his frenulum, salivating liberally over it. My wife milks my cock repeatedly to produce my semen when she’s here.”“Why don’t you just masturbate to make your supply and mix it to make a fresh batch?” asked Velamma.“I’ve tried, but it’s no use,” he answered and pulled out a small picture of his wife nude in a pose. She looked similar to Velamma.“See,” he showed her the photo.
