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“I help the couple that own this place” I reply. “Take it you bitch!” and I smacked that ass again, letting her know at the moment, I owned it
(Hey of you’ve read this far, tell me how you like it! “You NEVER letup on me Jordynn,” and with a forceful jerk I yanked her pants down as far as her knees, making her yelp, “So why SHOULD I let up on you?”
Opposite the antique wrought Iron bed was a huge, three panel antique dressing mirror. Pulling her blouse over her head revealed some ink and the strapless, underwire bra supporting her generous C cups. The panty-fabric was now very dark green & clearly soaked, her eyes were shut, and Jordynn was leaning back in as before, making soft whimper/moaning sounds and panting.
