Angela Hervey

Milhouse’s boyhoods against her. She tugged some more at Milhouse and he pushed it a bit further in her hand. He was too young to produce cum, but the feeling still was unlike anything he had ever felt before. Now on autopilot of sorts, Milhouse pushed his maleness forward even further, the head of his prepubescent package stroking Maggie’s cheek. Cooing, she turned her head and let his cock trace against her lips, knocking the pacifier from her. She could have been irritated to lose her pacifier, but Maggie was mesmerised by the penis in front of her. She knew enough that it was a part of Milhouse, but it wasn’t a finger. She didn’t know what it was, but as a baby would, she decided to taste it. The moment her lips wrapped around the head