Greg was fucking me in long slow srokes now and breathing heavily. “What!?”, he whispers. Porn sex Greg pounced on the opportunity and told me that he gave great massages. At around 6pm we would all pile into a van, the long kind you see carrying field-workers and go to the kitchen to eat. It felt good, really good as he worked his way down my back along my spine and up again. Read 7473 times |
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Greg was fucking me in long slow srokes now and breathing heavily. I was curious and wanted to see what it felt like, so I pretended to be asleep. I left off stroking him with a playful squeeze and quietly crawled my way to the open closet with my ass up. It was all it could do to stifle my gasp of pleasure. I also put some in my butt-crack and slowly teased my tight throbbing ass hole with my finger. It felt good, really good as he worked his way down my back along my spine and up again.
