#235727 - It was pitch black, out of the darkness came a pair of hands and slid my jacket down my shoulders and moved to unbutton my shirt, i felt another body press against me from behind, the hands started to unbuckle my belt, pop the button on my pants and slide into my underwear gripping my rapidly hardening cock, a voice whispered in my ear i want you to paint me it was maggie, anytime i replied. As i sat in the sun thinking back on my experience with maggie i couldn't help but puzzle over the word papillon, i knew what it meant but what did it mean for me?. I curled my tongue upward until it made contact with the spongy surface to fantastic response, applying minimal pressure i began circling it causing maggie to gyrate her hips forcing herself upon even harder, grunting with every downward thrust, juice dripping from my chin.