Cherie Deville Yields To Your Deepest Fantasies

She reached to the side of the door and flicked the switch to trigger a cascade of incandescent tube lights to flicker into life, one after the other, from one side of the paddock to the other. With one, mighty, hole-gaping thrust forward from the beast’s powerful hips, Kristen felt her pussy slam-packed with more cock than she even dared imagine. Sex Kristen couldn’t stave it off any further. Bye.”
Kristen huffed, rolled her eyes for nobody’s benefit other than her own, and did her best to recreate a ‘slamming the phone onto the receiver’ gesture that modern life could afford her: she jammed her thumb into the glass touch screen of her phone to hang up the call. People rode them to her high school. If you’re someone who grew up around horses, there are a couple things that you eventually just go sort of blind to. With a delicate push, she opened the door and walked inside. Kristen knew that she wasn’t going to be able to stay in bed for another second. She was going to stave off the intrusive thoughts by calling it a night. She shut the door behind her, flicked the overhead light on, flopped onto the bed, and sighed. ***
“Mom, dad, I’m home!” Kristen called out just as the pleated curtains of the front door’s window flapped

Cherie Deville Yields To Your Deepest Fantasies

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