I'm not wearing panties
. He turns me around and bends me over the counter, forcing me with his hand, pinning my wrists against the cold, granite counter top.
. The pleasure swelled in the depths of my cunt, grown by his shaft's plunges. ”
In a single flourish, like ripping off a bandaid, I threw off my bra into the crowd
I'm not wearing panties
. He turns me around and bends me over the counter, forcing me with his hand, pinning my wrists against the cold, granite counter top.
. The pleasure swelled in the depths of my cunt, grown by his shaft's plunges. ”
In a single flourish, like ripping off a bandaid, I threw off my bra into the crowd
I'm not wearing panties
. He turns me around and bends me over the counter, forcing me with his hand, pinning my wrists against the cold, granite counter top.
. The pleasure swelled in the depths of my cunt, grown by his shaft's plunges. ”
In a single flourish, like ripping off a bandaid, I threw off my bra into the crowd
