Joseph was eager to stop her, but she grabbed his pee-pee with one of her hands and was about to brush it with the small brush, which startled him, and he hastily held her hands.
"Let go." She glared at him.
"Isabel, you can brush all over my body except for this part." Joseph was so worried.
She puckered her mouth while her eyes were filled with anger, holding his big penis with one of her hands, and he held the other hand, so she couldn't move.
But his pee-pee was so big that she couldn't clench it with one of her hands, and she could feel its fullness and hardness, so she tightened but felt that her hand was sore.
"Why did you go to bed with another woman? I have to brush out the smell of that foxtel." Irish argued a point to death.
