“Ohh — oh, you bastard!” Sharon Brant gasped, her gasp turning into a groan as she spread her slender legs wide open to expose the pink, blonde fleeced flower of her sopping cunt. “You know I can’t stand it when you’re like this! Why… why can’t you be a nice normal husband for once and do it the way it’s …
My folks both had to go out of town on respective business conferences, and rather than leave me in the house by myself (even though I’m really old enough to manage) they asked me to find someone to stay with. I thought of Jeb; while he and I aren’t exactly best friends, we’ve kind of […]
Hmmmm Yes. I am stepping out of the taxi-cab in front of your hotel. It
could be Milan or New York or Beverly Hills. No matter. Its the
presentation, the gestalt thats important. I stretch my four inch high
heeled legs encased in sheer black back seamed stockings out of the cab as
my leopard print soft supple leather skirt …