I’m still cumming!”
Cum kept spurting into her writhing hole. Tony groped lower until he reached her wide open pussy-gash. Indian sex These two would be Astro nuts probably couldn’t fly a Spitfire, let alone a modern jet. Her dark green eyes seemed to bore into his as if she were reading his mind. He saw nothing dishonest or ingenuous like he had when he’d suspected his first wife of fucking the Jew attorney. The flighty bitch got lucky when she unexpectedly collected a $500,000 death benefit when her racing hubby ended up plastered to a solid brick retention wall. She was real and alive and vital. All he could do was stare back, licking his lips at the enchanting loveliness that stood inches from him. Please fuck me! Her motions were addicting him more surely than any illegal drug. All that being said, Tony was 39 when Martin Luther King got picked off. Fuck! Perhaps it was filled with gold dust or jewels packed in silken cloth but he doubted it. The brown skinned honey moved her arms around his neck and he quickly sank into her seductive kiss.
