I had enough fun at the Taylors, and set off to find some new cooches to empty my balls in. I reveled in the depravity of it. Indian Sex “Do it, slut.”
“Those damned Dems are just tryin’ to take our freedoms away,” snorted her husband as her hand reached down, fingers trembling on my pecker. It was just too inviting to pass up; my pecker rising at attention like a soldier before his general. You are so damned purtee, I just can’t resist.”
Mindy looked up from her fruit, a knowing smile on her face. She stiffened for a moment, then shuddered. Her husband had his head thrown back, his fingers stroking her white-gold hair. “Let’s go upstairs. “Jesus Christ!” Ernest moaned. Oh Lord, yes!”
I rolled onto my back, and was out like a lamp; my balls emptied and my pecker satisfied. I had enough fun at the Taylors, and set off to find some new cooches to empty my balls in. Mindy shifted, sighing as her ass rubbed against my pecker. “Harder, Mr. She was hot, wonderfully tight, and felt like rough velvet on my cock.
