The Throne: Her Birthday
My husband makes me a special chair that turns out to be a gift for both of us.“Tell me!” I demanded, watching his cock bob in frustration as I looked up at him from between his legs. He whimpered as I applied another long lick from balls to tip. I had him on the edge, right where I wanted him. He would either answer my question or have a ruined orgasm before long. “I don’t… want… to ruin… the surprise,” he was barely able to say. “Give me a hint,” I pleaded. My method of persuasion seemed to be wor...