Her mind and body strained, but
it was no use. xxx 18 Oh, fuck me! Her mind circled the room once more, taking in Tom’s heaving flanks, her own
firm, rounded asscheeks; pink, puckered asshole, involuntarily contracting;
round tits flattened against her chest by his weight, blonde hair framing her
oval face; then it returned to its’ rightful place. He should be thinking about Lucy Parsons, not his sister; somebody real, not a
fantasy. A car horn blared at her as her car drifted towards the white line. Oh, Peter, she thought, come to me! Cunt juice was
everywhere. Your hand’s covered with
her fuck-juices! If
they could only see what I’m really doing, she thought, they would go right off
the cliff.
Actors:
Chloe Couture / Dana Dearmond
