"men wrote it and made up the stories, fiction/fable not the word of a god but the words of some very creative people thousands of years ago."
It was in all reality part of the inspection. Warm slippery wetness ran down her thighs and hand, puddling on the floor.
"Diane sit down. Come all over my big ceet tits. I then tried spitting on my cock and it worked as lube so i got it in. She laughed and said if that happens, she'll tell Carol to go take care of it, no need wasting a hard cock, and then she chuckled. Every thrust almost lifting me off the ground, nailing me to the wall.
Brandon tried to push back but his head was squarely held in place all he could do was sit and let his mouth be fucked. "Now get down and give these shoes a good clean boy!" "Yes sir.
With her trousers discarded she unbuttoned her remaining buttons on her blouse, her matching white bra looked stunning covering her smooth pert cleavage. AND MOVING AND.