pussy. “No!” she replied, “Don’t hurt me!”
“Hurt you?” I asked, “Why the hell wouldn’t I hurt you?”
“I,” she paused. XXX Xnxx “Sure!” I agreed, and she took this dress held it against her and took it through the check out. She sucked greedily. “OK, why not,” I agreed, “Anal”
“Blow and swallow?” she asked. Her silky white blouse came away in a shower of broken cotton, tearing easily across the front shedding buttons as I grasped it firmly and pulled, to reveal her red brassiere and her softly swelling breasts. “On your back, fifty dollars a time,” I offered, “Might as well move in so I can screw you when I want.”
“Gee,” she said, “If I could stay here and give up my apartment.”
“You wouldn’t need a loan and I wouldn’t get to screw you,” I ventured. “It’s ok,” I told her, “I’ll treat you!”
“Are you sure?” she asked, like a Wal-Mart dress was some big deal. “On your back, fifty dollars a time,” I offered, “Might as well move in so I can screw you when I want.”
“Gee,” she said, “If I could stay here and give up my apartment.”
“You wouldn’t need a loan and I wouldn’t get to screw you,” I ventured.
