“My God,” I said, my voice sounding breathy and amazed. XXX An anal virgin, ripe for the picking. I looked her up and down, examining what she was wearing, and concluded she hadn’t done any clothes shopping since 1978. “I’ve come to fuck you.”
“I’m sorry, sonny… Pure Mel-fucking-vin.” I winked to myself. Who the fuck wouldn’t? The twi pages facing up had four pictures on them. The woman was about fifty years old, but she still had a good set of tits on her. She had her hands folded in her lap, so there was no muff shot. Read 35074 times |
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I couldn’t fucking stand it. If you can’t, thank her kindly and leave. That steps into the realm of bleaghh. I’m thinking we should crash the party over at Beth’s. “Not bad, eh?” she said, sounding very proud of myself.
