Don’t call this number again. Xxnx Don’t call this number again. His pitch was simple. I stepped up closer and rubbed the head of my cock between the full lips of her cunt. She was brunette, stacked and wearing ripped jeans and flip flops. In less than minute she was out again. Read 25107 times |
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She was manipulating the both of us, and she was good. I noticed that my cock was hard. Heroin, needles, pills, baggies of what looked like coke, the works. “Looks like a real project.”
I was putting my gloves on and heading for the street. “ I thought to myself. She had no idea I was sizing up her and her house for a job.
