POV: a thick, busty MILF in lace whispers filth while grinding on her man’s thick rod
He stood back pointing to the dark entrance of his tatty funeral parlour. knelt in the middle of the cellar room was Cassandra. Vxxx “Please do as I say.” He said quietly and patiently. However some had more of an adventures side than others. “Now drive”, he ordered, “another ten minutes maybe.”
Over the next few miles Diora was struggling in the taped gag and she was becoming very feint. Keeley looked cow eyed at the impassive man. His cigarette was burning down to a tip and he stubbed it on the floor. As the car sped off and the desolate silence of the plains flowed back a faint noise of exhausted scratching could be heard from sister’s battered abandoned box. And beyond the buildings a slowly climbing hillock looking like the
