“Oh, fuck, Claude… Growling under his breath, Roger grabbed one of Lindsey’s tits with on hand… uhn…”
Lindsey suddenly caught her breath… standing between Lindsey’s spread legs, and roughly hammering a very big cock in and out of her dripping pussy with abandon… and with her eyes closed and her tits still bouncing around beneath her… it’s over there”, pointing to a door at the far end of the room, with a sign on it that said, “Employees Only”, then quickly turned away, and resumed her earlier conversation. Roger stood by the stack of boxes… then lifted her up onto the trunk. and had been living near San Francisco for the past twelve years. yeah… sure… Sitting on the bench near the front of the room, Roger watched as his wife, Claude and Darcy moved about the exhibits…
