Three feet of cock- 1

“You say that every time, Perrie.”

“It’s true every time. Go answer, before they figure out what we’re up to. I’ll finish the burgers.”

“Thanks, darling.” Tristan washed his hands quickly and jogged to the door. As expected, it was David and his fiancée, Batoul. “Hey, how are you guys doing?” he asked.

“Great! Good to see ya, Mike. We brought some turkey dogs and soda for the barbecue. Where should I put them?” David asked.

“Just give them to Perrie. She’s in the kitchen. And how are you, Batoul? I love your hijab.”

She smiled and hugged him tightly, pressing her generous chest against his. Tristan embraced her for an extra few seconds, relishing the sensation. The way she filled out her sweater was nothing short of amazing, and she had caught him staring more than once. Not that she minded. As a wise man once said, “The desire of man is woman. The desire of woman is the desire of man.” Batoul adored adoration, and although she would never say it aloud, she just loved when men noticed her breasts.