“Pretty Girl! How’s your cock doing?”
I escape but she keeps pursuing me and I retreat to the dressing room
. I looked into Cindy's desperate eyes, saw the sweat on her forehead, her flushed lips, Twyla's hands framing her face.
. I seen this as an opportunity to escape so I slapped him hard across the face and tried to run, forgetting his still had a firm grip on my other wrist.
“Pretty Girl! How’s your cock doing?”
I escape but she keeps pursuing me and I retreat to the dressing room
. I looked into Cindy's desperate eyes, saw the sweat on her forehead, her flushed lips, Twyla's hands framing her face.
. I seen this as an opportunity to escape so I slapped him hard across the face and tried to run, forgetting his still had a firm grip on my other wrist.
“Pretty Girl! How’s your cock doing?”
I escape but she keeps pursuing me and I retreat to the dressing room
. I looked into Cindy's desperate eyes, saw the sweat on her forehead, her flushed lips, Twyla's hands framing her face.
. I seen this as an opportunity to escape so I slapped him hard across the face and tried to run, forgetting his still had a firm grip on my other wrist.
