The spasms of our body are like the tides of the ocean, rising and falling with each pump of his hips and each throb of my wet, juice covered lips
. Placing my hand on his thigh, I lean over, whispering to him, "I love matinees.
Slut. I felt exhilarated and breathless. He kept his car, and gave mine to her
The spasms of our body are like the tides of the ocean, rising and falling with each pump of his hips and each throb of my wet, juice covered lips
. Placing my hand on his thigh, I lean over, whispering to him, "I love matinees.
Slut. I felt exhilarated and breathless. He kept his car, and gave mine to her
The spasms of our body are like the tides of the ocean, rising and falling with each pump of his hips and each throb of my wet, juice covered lips
. Placing my hand on his thigh, I lean over, whispering to him, "I love matinees.
Slut. I felt exhilarated and breathless. He kept his car, and gave mine to her
