Dwarf Blow by Phil Cummings

Dwarf Blow

Lisa wasn’t taking any of his bullshit either. She wanted reds and she knew how to get them. She reached down under his t-shirt, now shown to be his only garment and grabbed his already hard little two-inch nub of a cock. She dropped to her knees and began to fellate the little dwarf, who put his furry, acne-covered legs on her back and grabbed the back of her head. He wiggled his butt back and forth and rolled his head back, his tongue hanging out. Hugh calmly lit a cigarette and watched the show.