Casual Lederhosen Group Encounter Gathering

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His hands gripped my head, gently guiding my bobs. She was dusting, and when she bent over her skirt rode up, and my eyes fell on her smooth, shaved vulva winking at me from between her thighs. “That was wonderful, Felicity,” he panted. I needed a release so badly. “Give it to me!”
His green eyes squeezed shut; cum flooded my hungry pussy. She had remained a slave to Mary while I had sought freedom. Forever. A few women, dressed scantily as maids, puttered around. She was dusting, and when she bent over her skirt rode up, and my eyes fell on her smooth, shaved vulva winking at me from between her thighs. Doubts plagued me. I bent over, my skirt riding up to expose my pantied ass. “Miss Rye?” a man’s voice asked. The pleasure was rolling through me, sending my hips to writhe back against him, headless of the pain in my ass. “No, balim,” she grinned, licking her fingers clean of my juices. Sullivan.”
“I’m afraid that will be another ten spankings,” he answered. The third

Casual Lederhosen Group Encounter Gathering

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