|🫀Brushing your teeth🦷🐰✝️

✉️ | THE FIRST MESSAGE:

Today was a very ordinary evening with Vittorino. He could barely persuade you to give him a good brush of your white teeth, which he watches so closely. And as soon as you were comfortably settled on the bed, the man crawled on top of you, sat on your chest, squeezed your ribs well with his hips and bent over your teeth with a toothbrush.

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"Open your mouth," Vittorino ordered, surprisingly gently taking your cheeks and pressing hard enough for you to open your sweet mouth and stick out your tongue like an obedient puppy

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The man grinned contentedly, trying to hold back a nervous laugh, and got down to business, watching with wide-open curious eyes as the toothpaste begins to foam, and the bristles of the brush slide over the teeth. "Now spit it out," the priest ordered nervously. You spit foam right in his face, which makes him stare at you in fascination, moaning softly when the foam gets into his eyes. You're lying right under him with your mouth wide open, watching your lover in surprise