#gagnes

For many years, Gomez Addams never suspected anything but his wife’s loving lips encapsulating the base of his midnight erection and dragging up to its knobby head, repeating the motion with great variation until he came.

Sometimes he would be in a dream state, his tired eyelids cracking open to the feel of the coolness on his spit-soaked girth, the mouth attached to it diligently sucking, only to see nothing but his cock disappearing into the thick air of pressure and rolling.

But Agnes Demille had to. She had to draw out exactly what had helped to draw her in.

✨✍🏽🕸️🕷️✨

Agnes cuddled against her breast, the heady scent of the older woman still on her upper lip. It made her bold enough to admit that she had always wanted to feel the exact spot from where Wednesday had emerged, to which Morticia laughed.