Steamy Bath Session Turns Into A Slippery Titty Fuck And Wild Ride

“Where are we going?” she asked. The liquid was not warm, however. Brandy did not miss a bob from the loud honk of the truck horn. Being a religious zealot herself, Mongobear prohibited Brandy from staying overnight inside my bedroom, as we were unmarried. Ejaculation was unstoppable. The white frills of her sun dress became soaked and the cotton material clung to her flesh like laminating plastic. This allowed for adequate coitus leverage. Mongobear wore pastel-colored Mickey Mouse shirts that barely covered her gunt, with matching colored socks rolled over the bottoms of her stretched pant legs. She had the voice tone of a retarded goat and the fashion sense of a toddler who snorted too many lines of crushed Smarties. The white frills of her sun dress became soaked and the cotton material clung to her flesh like laminating plastic. Following the officer’s orders, I pulled my soggy pants back up and quietly drove out of the library parking lot.