“Ooooh, who is it?” she cooed, just as the first of the dog group reached the front porch. She let out a yelp of surprise as the dog landed on her, his hind quarters wrapped around Maria’s bum cheeks, using that grip to thrust deep inside my wife, who was straining to remain upright
. I stepped outside, closed the front door behind me and led the way to the side gate and round to the back.
. I had a habit of being late or not coming in at all as she taught my first class of the day and I often slept in or opted for breakfast in place of class. I told her to be more specific, and she really blushed, mumbling something I couldn’t make out
I told her she was an attractive woman, but what did that have to do with anything, she said she hadn’t had a good orgasm in over a year, and she’d pass me for the year if I could give her orgasms with my cock, her fingers weren‘t good enough.
After several more strokes I didn't feel anymore juice flowing and removed the bottle from the end of my dick. I went to school and had just started a part-time job
. My name is Tom and the story I am about to tell happened back when I had just finished high school
“Ooooh, who is it?” she cooed, just as the first of the dog group reached the front porch. She let out a yelp of surprise as the dog landed on her, his hind quarters wrapped around Maria’s bum cheeks, using that grip to thrust deep inside my wife, who was straining to remain upright
. I stepped outside, closed the front door behind me and led the way to the side gate and round to the back.
. I had a habit of being late or not coming in at all as she taught my first class of the day and I often slept in or opted for breakfast in place of class. I told her to be more specific, and she really blushed, mumbling something I couldn’t make out
I told her she was an attractive woman, but what did that have to do with anything, she said she hadn’t had a good orgasm in over a year, and she’d pass me for the year if I could give her orgasms with my cock, her fingers weren‘t good enough.
After several more strokes I didn't feel anymore juice flowing and removed the bottle from the end of my dick. I went to school and had just started a part-time job
. My name is Tom and the story I am about to tell happened back when I had just finished high school
“Ooooh, who is it?” she cooed, just as the first of the dog group reached the front porch. She let out a yelp of surprise as the dog landed on her, his hind quarters wrapped around Maria’s bum cheeks, using that grip to thrust deep inside my wife, who was straining to remain upright
. I stepped outside, closed the front door behind me and led the way to the side gate and round to the back.
. I had a habit of being late or not coming in at all as she taught my first class of the day and I often slept in or opted for breakfast in place of class. I told her to be more specific, and she really blushed, mumbling something I couldn’t make out
I told her she was an attractive woman, but what did that have to do with anything, she said she hadn’t had a good orgasm in over a year, and she’d pass me for the year if I could give her orgasms with my cock, her fingers weren‘t good enough.
After several more strokes I didn't feel anymore juice flowing and removed the bottle from the end of my dick. I went to school and had just started a part-time job
. My name is Tom and the story I am about to tell happened back when I had just finished high school
2 Holes Left.... which one would you Pick?