My breathing becomes irregular and I have to force myself to stop, if only for a moment, to tell you just how hard I have become, from your confirmation of my imaginings. Xnxx video Again I have to stop myself so I can coherently tell you about it. Read 11925 times |
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You would need a dozen handcuffs to keep me from closing the distance between our lips. I know from past experience that with your hand in that position, your middle finger just barely reaches through your neatly trimmed hair to only the very tip of your slit. With a wicked smile, your legs part fractionally further and I watch as your hand disappears into your waist-band up to the wrist. Mmm, I love the way you moan like that. Mmm, reeeally? …
Mmhmmm, yes it was, and you? Your fingers leave your mouth and travel down your neck.
