Then she shuddered, biting her lip as she felt the first pressure of his tongue sluicing tentatively between the folds of her cunt
. She could hardly think straight.
. “Hey, how’s she doin’ anyway, Jack? You tell ‘er I miss her good cookin’?”
“Sure did, Thunder,” he said, using the street name I was known by. They have to know that this is their lot in life, they are slaves, nothing more
Then she shuddered, biting her lip as she felt the first pressure of his tongue sluicing tentatively between the folds of her cunt
. She could hardly think straight.
. “Hey, how’s she doin’ anyway, Jack? You tell ‘er I miss her good cookin’?”
“Sure did, Thunder,” he said, using the street name I was known by. They have to know that this is their lot in life, they are slaves, nothing more
Then she shuddered, biting her lip as she felt the first pressure of his tongue sluicing tentatively between the folds of her cunt
. She could hardly think straight.
. “Hey, how’s she doin’ anyway, Jack? You tell ‘er I miss her good cookin’?”
“Sure did, Thunder,” he said, using the street name I was known by. They have to know that this is their lot in life, they are slaves, nothing more
