Sultry Olive Glass Yearns for a Massive Throb in Her Snug, Aching Pussy

“Can I spend the night here?” he asked. It can’t have been easy.”
“It really wasn’t.” she said, pulling her own brightly colored T-shirt over her head, then reaching behind to unhook her bra with both hands. XXX “Hello, Miss Miller.” he smiled, getting back up onto his knees and moving between the woman’s outstretched thighs. He wanted a different shape in that empty spot. He had a lot of things on his mind, so he just got on the freeway and drove, not even paying attention when the van took an exit all by itself until it came to a halt in an unfamiliar neighborhood. His eyes were quick to note the bulge of the guns.