I hate her! Indian sex Not that I had the chance anyway, he fucked me like 4 times a day for a week too. I mean really, I can’t stand her. My mind started screaming at my body to do something! The bile is rising in my throat even now, as I remember that precious kodak moment. So I choked back my laughter and started thinking of all the good therapy I could get from a real fake Brittany Spears. I was smackin the hell out of her. God, it felt good too. He got me out of that mess in a hurry. Like Rocky or something, I punched her in the stomach, in her boobs, in her pussy, in her sides, in her thighs, and in her mouth. “Yesss…” She moaned. That kind of turned me on even more and I stood up to look at her. Not like little girlie punches. “You settle down, you!” I said. Occasion?” I needed an occasion just to get a real fake Brittany Spears? But she just blinked at me with her deep blue eyes. “You settle down, you!” I said. I had to sit down and fuck myself for about 8 minutes. “You got my knife all wet! I took a break and got some iced tea for my raw throat. “Hi, I wanna hire
