Even now, I can close my eyes and see my ex-husbands cock with perfect clarity. I can picture the way it looked when he was standing, the way it would hang, heavy and low, a testament to its weight. I can see the way it looked when he was kneeling over me, one hand stroking its length as he looked down at me, his eyes dark with lust. It wasn't just a part of his body; it was an entity, a character in our story. It was the star of the show. And I was its most devoted audience member, a spectator who never, ever got tired of the view.
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Latebloomerz
Couple, 55&47 y.o. Member since: Jan 30, 2026 Rating: 320
