Freakazoid Mondays Week 4

>>> He unbuttoned her white shirt and pulled down her skirt. The flash of her kitty got him Chinese algebra hard. Her hairless snatch charged him to sit her on the burgundy sofa. She opened her legs wide enough for him to bury her face between. The strawberry scent filled his nostrils as he dug his tongue in her gospel of bliss. Her holy water soaked him. You woul've thought the fitting room held church service with the names of the Father and the son muffling in the pit of her hand. She covered her mouth as he wrapped a lick to send her a pleasurable gift. <<<

Taken from page 190 of Thick in the Nick of Time @ www.nahsunblaze.com