Fill Me With Your Seed, Give Me A Creampie

Sandy liked living here in this concierge building. Sandy enjoyed the little pleasures in life: weekend breakfasts with Barb and Jess, watching her tomatoes and beans grow in her little balcony garden, visiting Mum and Dad in the desert and her brother’s family by the beach. Sandy remembered how sultry she looked: the short white dress hugged an hourglass form, she could barely see the shade of her fire red panties. From the corner of her eyes she saw a sly smile rising from Danielle’s lips. God, that Liam is gorgeous. Sorry Liam honey. What little bit of Mexican blood in her must have all gone to giving her this only physical asset. They remained friends, and, amazingly enough, it has not affected their professional relationship. It was quite an accomplishment to be in this building considering the prestige and money of the neighborhood.