Birthday Boy Gang bangChapter 6
“Remember, this is just lunch. Or brunch, rather. We needed the calories, right? There was no way that we were gonna be able to wait until supper and the birthday party, not fucking at this rate, wouldn’t you say? Not even you, Eddie, despite how much cum you slurped from my twat,” Britta-Lise encouraged all of us to eat hearty for our own sake and hers. We indeed devoured the classic Danish Smørrebrød open-faced sandwiches on rye bread that she served us with considerable variety, just in...