”
She motioned with her finger for me to follow her in. She was a great fuck
. Her head moved back and forth as her lips held my dick tightly.
. On the odd occasion that we go together he refuses to enter ‘women’s’ shops and prefers to wait outside. I young girl, early twenties sitting alone at a small, high table in the corner by the window, one of those tables where you sit on a barstool with your feet on a bar, reading a book with her head down I will call you when I am ready".
It wasn’t long before she was moaning wildly and sliding up and down my length as fast as she could go, I felt sick but horribly turned on at the same time. I could feel though and my dick could only harden as I felt her hand begin to work it, rubbing it up and down slowly
. Had she left? Was she coming back? I had no idea what was going on, and I realised that I was being treated as nothing more than an inanimate toy, chained in her basement for her pleasure
”
She motioned with her finger for me to follow her in. She was a great fuck
. Her head moved back and forth as her lips held my dick tightly.
. On the odd occasion that we go together he refuses to enter ‘women’s’ shops and prefers to wait outside. I young girl, early twenties sitting alone at a small, high table in the corner by the window, one of those tables where you sit on a barstool with your feet on a bar, reading a book with her head down I will call you when I am ready".
It wasn’t long before she was moaning wildly and sliding up and down my length as fast as she could go, I felt sick but horribly turned on at the same time. I could feel though and my dick could only harden as I felt her hand begin to work it, rubbing it up and down slowly
. Had she left? Was she coming back? I had no idea what was going on, and I realised that I was being treated as nothing more than an inanimate toy, chained in her basement for her pleasure
”
She motioned with her finger for me to follow her in. She was a great fuck
. Her head moved back and forth as her lips held my dick tightly.
. On the odd occasion that we go together he refuses to enter ‘women’s’ shops and prefers to wait outside. I young girl, early twenties sitting alone at a small, high table in the corner by the window, one of those tables where you sit on a barstool with your feet on a bar, reading a book with her head down I will call you when I am ready".
It wasn’t long before she was moaning wildly and sliding up and down my length as fast as she could go, I felt sick but horribly turned on at the same time. I could feel though and my dick could only harden as I felt her hand begin to work it, rubbing it up and down slowly
. Had she left? Was she coming back? I had no idea what was going on, and I realised that I was being treated as nothing more than an inanimate toy, chained in her basement for her pleasure
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