But Chance didn’t care. Sex A tiny conveyor belt of ripples and caresses travelled up and down his shaft. “Ms., uhh, your wiper fluid is low, um, do you, uh. … Using an 6th sense, Laura moved soundlessly towards her prey. All the while her tongue darted across his purple head and then out to his tightening balls. She moaned as if she were alone in her bed. Deep in her ass his cock pumped shot after shot of sperm into her bowls. Her ass was so tight that it hurt Chance. But the man in the grey truck beside her would always remember that ”hot chick” in the “red truck” – “I don’t think she was wearing panties. . …!” Read 31790 times |
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Even in the baggy skater pants she could tell that he was hung. Laura, however, remained leaning against the sink with one hand under her skirt and 2 fingers lodged seemingly permanently inside her now dripping vagina. In the last instant before the lights went out, much like a camera taking a photograph, Laura memorized the gas jockey’s position and as the lights themselves began to dim, Laura began to advance.
