Gail was standing in only her light blue panties in front of a woman she had only met last night, in a gas station bathroom, and unsure about what would happen next. Indian porn As she was drying off, she kept staring at herself in the mirror, imagining what her husband must have thought seeing her “cunt eater” label across her tits, well at least he didn’t see the label on her pussy. It was the middle of the afternoon on Sunday, so there were only a few people coming and going from the station. Read 39279 times |
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Gail picked up the phone with a hello, and Sarah asked what she was up to. Is that true Gail, do you eat cunt?” Gail was becoming speechless as the horror of what was happening began to seep into her mind. “I’m a cunt eater, and I’m Sarah’s cunt”, Gail blurted out. Her cunt was still creaming with her own juices when she pulled on a pair of light blue cotton panties and jeans, slipped on a bra, a pull over shirt, and a pair of sandals. Not really caring about the response,
Sarah cut in to Gail’s response, “You need to meet me in 30 minutes
