sorry to intrude, but have you seen Lindsey in the past few minutes?”
Darcy looked a bit flummoxed, but said, “Oh… Indian porn and cumming harder than he’d ever seen her cum before. keep going… then the two of them headed into the house… He pulled at the top of her dress, tearing the thin material, and snapping both of her spaghetti straps… Lindsey quickly ran into people she recognized from other galleries and art shows, including Darcy… He quietly closed the door behind him, then peeked around the stacked boxes to his right… fuuuuuuucccckkk. … then mewled and mumbled a bunch of expletives, as an intense, tingly orgasm racked her entire body. I’m cumming. … unzipped his pants… and, if I don’t find anyone I want to fuck, then Darcy and I usually end up having sex on the sofa in her office. … A year later, they got married in Napa Valley… either at the office, or on the road… Roger continued holding his wife’s head down to his crotch… When she finally came out, Lindsey leaned into the car window, and said, “Darcy wants to show me something in the curator’s workshop real quick…
