All I want right now is my Melodie. I probably look so stupid, springing around like this. “I suppose, if that’s what you want.”
I flop onto the couch, and she does the same. My vision’s starting to blur a bit from these tears welling up. This is really hitting hard. Especially the ones with big tits and asses.”
She smirks as she clicks, probably realizing that I’ve masturbated to her kind of body. “I get that society is so messed up about letting girls like girls. “Well, it seems like you’ve already gotten jiggy with girls. “I just wish someone told me earlier. This is breathtaking. What kind of stuff is she watching? She’s blessed with bountiful beauties, nothing fake about them. It’s awesome.” She cackles like she’s had too much booze in her life, even though she’s not old enough to drink. No more video. I shouldn’t be flirting with a girl. She moans into my pussy, like she’s tasting a deluxe dessert. Melodie doesn’t have blown-up balls of silicone.
