Before I even touched him, I climbed onto the bed slowly, st..
Added 2025-05-08 10:05:21 +0000 UTCBefore I even touched him, I climbed onto the bed slowly, still wearing my tight little rugby kit—jersey clinging to my body, shorts barely hiding anything, socks stretched up to my thighs. I looked up at him with parted lips, eyes wide, like I was begging to be put in my place after the game.
I crawled toward him on my hands and knees 🐾, heart pounding, knowing exactly what I was about to serve… but still not prepared for the size of it.
When I dropped to my knees and saw his cock up close 🍆, I paused. My breath caught. It was huge—thick, long, heavy… just intimidating. I wrapped both hands around it ✋✋ and still couldn’t reach the base. My mouth was already dripping before I even got a taste 💦.
I tried to take it all. I wanted to be a good boy. I opened wide, drooled down my chin, pushed forward… but my throat couldn’t take it. I gagged, pulled back, and looked up at him—mascara running, mouth messy, shaking my head. It was just too big. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t deep throat it—but I could still worship it.
So I did. Sloppy, wet, eager. I stroked and licked, eyes never leaving his, spit dripping from my chin, my cheeks flushed. I wanted him to know I was his.
His little rugby slut. His good girl. His mess.
And when he stood over me, stroking that monster in my face while I sat there on my knees, whispering “Good boy…”
I knew what I was about to earn.
He exploded all over my face—hot, thick, so much. It dripped from my lips and lashes, and I just smiled… and licked it all up like the obedient toy I am.
This is the full 30+ minute extended video. Every angle. Every gag. Every filthy moan and slow stroke.
Me, in my little rugby uniform, totally wrecked by a cock I couldn’t handle—but desperate to try.
Unlock it now, Daddy. Let me be your good boy!
