The lips of her well-fucked pussy peaked out of those stained curls. I followed. Xnxx com I could smell the cum oozing out of her. What the hell was this? I fell to my knees. I wanted to stay and watch the hot sight, but my Goddess motioned me to follow her with her graceful hand. The Devil’s Pact, The Ghost of Paris Interlude
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2014
Chapter Three: The Tattoo Artist
Friday, September 20th, 2013 – Rex Irvine – Paris, Texas
“Fuck, Rex, another beaut,” grinned bucktooth Hal as he looked at the black mamba I just tattooed coiled around his skinny arm. My cock sank into her warm, wet, tight depths. I drew the star, accompanied by her sweet moans of joy. “Let them forever have mementos of this night.” Then she turned to the cop. “Thank you, Goddess,” I groaned, the star half-complete. You couldn’t be too careful. Her pussy grew wetter and wetter, exuding a heady, spicy aroma that only inflamed my desires.
