They almost ran the short distance across the camp to Jeff’s cabin and Layla was actually thankful when they got inside. . . . . “You better fix up your clothing . Pictures enough to get even with you, Mrs. Jeff pinched the base of the clitty between his fingers and pulled it so he could get more into his mouth. She wondered how to get out of the dilemma, which seemed to be getting worse by the minute. Suddenly Scarlett was right behind her. . And now I’ve found a willing slut!”
Layla wanted to die, but the girl wouldn’t let her. ‘I’m her slave. . . “Oh my gawd, that cock could win prizes.”
Scarlett’s confidence soared and she grabbed a handful of hair, enough to display her ultimate control. up close,” she whispered sending more fear through Layla. Layla’s fists were still wrapped tightly around the boy’s cock and she obeyed.
