>>> Pulling off his pajama pants flashed his manhood that stood at ease. Her breathing automatically deepened. The sight of his divine stiff cautioned her. She inched his dilsnick slowly inside her honeywell as she galloped on his thighs and Matador rode him. Her pink and pretty shaped itself to reflect his penetration. She washed him as he hit her corners. Her clit rubbed against his groin. Her nipples hardened. His hand split her ass cheeks apart while sucking her titillation.
“Right, there, baby. Right there.” She got excited from the flicking of his tongue on her nipples.
She nutted a week’s load of stress. <<<
Taken from page 33 of Thick in the Nick of Time @ www.nahsunblaze.com
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