When I heard Joy's words, I was at a loss. I said jokingly, "You're talking to it like you're greeting an old friend. What's up with that?"
"Hmph, I've only seen it once and that was under the table. I never got to get a good look at it. What do you mean, old friend?" Joy gave me an angry look as she grabbed my thick c**k with her small hand. She stroked it up and down and said with a smile, "We need to have at least a couple of deep interactions before we can call each other old friends."
"What's with that look? You're acting like I was avoiding you on purpose." I chuckled and leaned back on the sofa. I lowered my head and whispered, "You gave me a taste of your cream, but I didn't prepare anything to give you. I do, however, have this sausage. Wanna have a taste?"
Joy covered her mou
