A Spy Story (memories From England) – Part l
He slapped my breasts and unbuttoned my shirt. My white shirt was neatly tucked in the black skirt. The skirt ran from my navel and ended just below…
He slapped my breasts and unbuttoned my shirt. My white shirt was neatly tucked in the black skirt. The skirt ran from my navel and ended just below…
He saw that in my eyes and kissed me . Then there was a sudden charge of energy in him. He turned me facing away from him and let his huge penis into my rear.
Chris held the lower part of me. He held it high enough to insert his dick in me. I was being fucked by a African American and I was enjoying every bit of it.