“Fuck her hard, stallion.”
I didn’t need to be told twice and started pounding away at the Subway slut’s ass. “Teriyaki chicken,” I ordered. Indian porn “I love this fabric,” CeeCee murmured, rubbing Mary’s breast though her top. “I love this fabric,” CeeCee murmured, rubbing Mary’s breast though her top. I was so aroused that it only took four pumps of her fist before I was spewing my ropey semen on her tits and bra. “Look at that, your husband has a little hard-on. She knelt down before me, unzipped my pants and fished out my cock and shoved it into her mouth. A couple was ordering some sandwiches. I pulled out of Anna’s mouth and shot my load across her face and hair, sticky cum dripping down onto her uniform. Inside, it was like every Subway in the world. I had parked on Division around the corner from the clinic and started driving down the hill when we saw a Subway restaurant on the corner of Division and I street. Then her body went rigid for a second and several convulsions wracked her body as she came. CeeCee’s husband, who was paying for their sandwiches, glanced over and gaped, seeing his wife groping another woman.
