I was born to please. . . . He knows what I love and keeps his fingers their but stops for a second just to tease me. If you are so smart why don’t you figure it out and if you have figured it out more power to you
I was born to please. . . . He knows what I love and keeps his fingers their but stops for a second just to tease me. If you are so smart why don’t you figure it out and if you have figured it out more power to you My mind runs wild as my fingers make tiny circles just where I like to be touched.
For weeks Ruth watched, different women different men always the spanking, then worse, sex, forced sex dominant older men controlling the women to do their perverse acts fulfilling all their filthy needs. What a sight if anyone could enter, skirt pulled up round her waist sat on an old towel to prevent staining her chair, white cotton panties pulled to one side, and fingers working rapidly on an engorged clit and swollen red labia lips
. It was round about his thirty third birthday he was invited to a special party held by Robert and Mignon
I was born to please. . . . He knows what I love and keeps his fingers their but stops for a second just to tease me. If you are so smart why don’t you figure it out and if you have figured it out more power to you
