Ellen lay in bed, the bed sheets pushed to one side, a look of sheer contentment on her face. The window was open, the sound of birds singing outside, the curtains gently billowing as the warm spring air flowed in. Ellen was naked, a thin sheen of sweat c...

The cock tasted good. All cock tasted good as far as Ellen was concerned. Well, so long as it was clean. And this cock was clean. Clean, hard and cut. She loved cut cocks. The ridge where the helmet met the shaft was more defined and felt good when it mov...