” His smile makes me relax a bit on to tense up once more as he takes me by the elbow guiding me up the steps of his trailer
POV . Her words start and all I can understand is she was here!. Tracing her pussy lips, gently stimulating them before sliding inside to do the same to her clit
. . “You are lovely, Phyllis,” he said and then: “You’ll remember this more than you’ll ever remember the Alamo!” More laughter and I wanted to go back to my booth…I was getting cold feet but hubby held my hand tight and led me to the little bench…the woman moved off and helped me lie down…three women were at me now, smoothing my skin, kissing my breasts and lips and feeling my legs, gently moving them apart, petting my cunt , whispers in m years that I would love it and just to relax and enjoy and let things happen…and in a moment I felt donkey hair alongside…It was too late now
” His smile makes me relax a bit on to tense up once more as he takes me by the elbow guiding me up the steps of his trailer
POV . Her words start and all I can understand is she was here!. Tracing her pussy lips, gently stimulating them before sliding inside to do the same to her clit
. . “You are lovely, Phyllis,” he said and then: “You’ll remember this more than you’ll ever remember the Alamo!” More laughter and I wanted to go back to my booth…I was getting cold feet but hubby held my hand tight and led me to the little bench…the woman moved off and helped me lie down…three women were at me now, smoothing my skin, kissing my breasts and lips and feeling my legs, gently moving them apart, petting my cunt , whispers in m years that I would love it and just to relax and enjoy and let things happen…and in a moment I felt donkey hair alongside…It was too late now
” His smile makes me relax a bit on to tense up once more as he takes me by the elbow guiding me up the steps of his trailer
POV . Her words start and all I can understand is she was here!. Tracing her pussy lips, gently stimulating them before sliding inside to do the same to her clit
. . “You are lovely, Phyllis,” he said and then: “You’ll remember this more than you’ll ever remember the Alamo!” More laughter and I wanted to go back to my booth…I was getting cold feet but hubby held my hand tight and led me to the little bench…the woman moved off and helped me lie down…three women were at me now, smoothing my skin, kissing my breasts and lips and feeling my legs, gently moving them apart, petting my cunt , whispers in m years that I would love it and just to relax and enjoy and let things happen…and in a moment I felt donkey hair alongside…It was too late now
Late Bloomer Butthole Love - John Magnum And Paul Canon