Alanna rose from the seat and stroked the wary animal. Alanna was saved from further frustrations by the clatter of hooves in the stable behind her and a man’s voice shouting Tommy. “It often gets people like that.” Ray remarked. It would probably been okay, but she had not seen the cattle grid over the bonnet of her clapped out Ford Escort. She could feel the leather against her bare breasts and stomach. “Isn’t it dangerous?” Alanna could foresee permanent damage to her insides. She decided to try and raise some life from what really looked like a forgotten place in history. Thought Alanna, it’s the original slack jaw from the Deep South. His enormous cock waved around, stiffening all the time until it found the hole that was prepared for him. Read 60024 times |
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