'I can make you breath,' she said.
She was tugging away at my underpants with her dexterous hand tucked underneath for better access.
She was one of a few girls hanging around a wall at Tit Lane.
She was wearing a sexy nightgown, pink.
To the touch, it was silk.
It was a full length number.
'I can make you breath,' she said again.
The fact that I had to come up for air did indeed allow me to breathe.
I had a good party trick, breath threw the nostrils while ravishing her boobs.
Everyone in China had an electronic wallet.
Megan was telling me that if she reached a target of 100 tit fucks a day, her social standing went up.
I said Max could help out after I was done.
She was eager to please.
She had a sweet throat fuck face with thick rosy lips.
'Rolling Stone lips you mean?'
She wasn't a dumb brunette either.
Her curves promised hours of discovery.
It felt seedy being here and the snow started to fall.
The ground was covered with ice and sleet and dirty snow.
All I wanted to do was add purity by soiling the ground with my white demon seed.
I could have played with her tits all day long.
Chinese tourists were taking selfies.
I bet I'd be trending on Instagram once the evening arrived.
It was getting cold as the sun set.
I can make you breath too, I said as she licked up my cum.
She wanted more and I pushed Max over to her.
"Hang on wog boy,' said Max, 'there's five other bitches on heat to explore.'
They were clones of each other.
Faces sculptured for the lonely men in the Mid West and Idaho.
And here we were, having sex with them, in the flesh.
She was tugging away at my underpants with her dexterous hand tucked underneath for better access.
She was one of a few girls hanging around a wall at Tit Lane.
She was wearing a sexy nightgown, pink.
To the touch, it was silk.
It was a full length number.
'I can make you breath,' she said again.
The fact that I had to come up for air did indeed allow me to breathe.
I had a good party trick, breath threw the nostrils while ravishing her boobs.
Everyone in China had an electronic wallet.
Megan was telling me that if she reached a target of 100 tit fucks a day, her social standing went up.
I said Max could help out after I was done.
She was eager to please.
She had a sweet throat fuck face with thick rosy lips.
'Rolling Stone lips you mean?'
She wasn't a dumb brunette either.
Her curves promised hours of discovery.
It felt seedy being here and the snow started to fall.
The ground was covered with ice and sleet and dirty snow.
All I wanted to do was add purity by soiling the ground with my white demon seed.
I could have played with her tits all day long.
Chinese tourists were taking selfies.
I bet I'd be trending on Instagram once the evening arrived.
It was getting cold as the sun set.
I can make you breath too, I said as she licked up my cum.
She wanted more and I pushed Max over to her.
"Hang on wog boy,' said Max, 'there's five other bitches on heat to explore.'
They were clones of each other.
Faces sculptured for the lonely men in the Mid West and Idaho.
And here we were, having sex with them, in the flesh.
