Seven Loads Delivered To The Curvy Ginger’s Vulva

Wear it with pride.”
“I will.” I clutched the bundle to my excited chest. “I miss you so much! I wanted to be the perfect maid for the Gods. 24 grabbed my arm as I tried to flee, twisting it around behind my back, pain flaring in my elbow. Room 205 was to the left near where the hallway made a turn to the left. She eyed me, then went back to looking at her present, wrapped in red paper dotted with white cupids—a Valentines Day present. Such wonderful pleasure coursed through me as I stood their {there} helpless to stop her. “Open wide,” she commanded. “And…” I swallowed. “Such a pretty mouth. “Y-your the guard that frisked me that day at the…art museum.”
I shuddered. “That’s it! It was one of the best cums of my life. Oh, yes, Jan! “Let’s see if you have any contraband shoved up your cunt,” she hissed, then shoved three fingers inside me.

Seven Loads Delivered To The Curvy Ginger’s Vulva

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