"Are you really sixty years old Baba?" I asked with astonishment, gently twirling a lock of my hair with my fingers. My other hand ran through his hair as he licked and bit my nipples.
"Wanna bet?" Baba asked as he sat up, held my waist and pulled me back up on my fours, facing the headboard. He crawled behind me as I got into the desired position.

















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