“Hey, Rachael.” “Um, do I know you?” she’s puzzled. Indian porn I could feel her passion ignite inside her. “Yes, daddy.”, as a smirk came across her face. He opened his door a bit and yelled “The fuck man”. I’m just saying, I know you had some rough times with those ski’s growing up.” Her girlfriends giggled, as she fired up,”Oh, like you were mister suave, handsome and sophisticated your whole life!” I turned and picked up her drink again,”Handsome yes; cute even.” I took a quick sip, this time I held on to it. I went for it and slammed the shit of the asshole’s windshield. “Patience my pet. Rachael picked up her jaw from her table, “Did she recognize the guy?” “I don’t know, who cares. “Yes, daddy.”, as a smirk came across her face. I told them to fuck off and noticed a metal pipe in the caddy of his truck. “Ooh, slow down baby.”, I said; she cooed in disappointment. I called her back on three-way and asked her what number exits were in front of her. I told her get off at the next exit, turn four corners on one block, then get back on the highway.
