Stay away. Epilogue: The Pink-Haired Girl
Wednesday, November 14th, 2013 – Paris, Texas
The last two-and-a-half months had been the greatest of my life. xxx18 “Then why was you squealin’ like a pig last night in my brother’s bedroom. “Cheryl-Lynn, why don’t you go and sit that purtee, little cooch of yours right on your friend’s face.”
Almost in a blur, the laughing brunette rushed to her friend and squatted down on her. She swallowed, massaging my shaft. Then I gave her tight rear a slap. “Oh, Lords yes!” she groaned, her pussy contracting on my fingers. She’s been achin’ to do it. “Any dumb guy that tries to stop me is gonna get his pecker ripped off and shoved up his ass.”
“Ohmygod!” Christy Lynn moaned.
