I thought to myself as I thrust into Samantha like a battering ram on crack speed. “Tony, I want you to break my cherry.” Uh, what? “Julie, that was just my hormones acting! The velvety, suffocating love grip that slid down my cock made me think of Samantha’s pussy like a joke. She obviously wanted to avoid as much as possible. WHAT THE FUCK?! It looked so natural, I didn’t even notice it! One would request an autograph or a signed picture, since even a retard would know that she’d make a great model on a poster or on tv. She stopped bobbing and just held that tight succulent grip that I loved so much. Like I said at the first part, the general outcome and situations are true. She took them off while she shifted. One would request an autograph or a signed picture, since even a retard would know that she’d make a great model on a poster or on tv.
