Ana was a cold, hard bitch. With a scar that danced its way up from her pouty lips to her deep-set, azure eyes, she had long, ratty black hair, and genocide-thin curves. Yet despite her comely shortcomings—which Flower personally found rather attractive—the way she slaughtered was poetic. By Uzi, arrow, or a well-placed Herpes Cluster-Bomb, Ana never misse...
Li worked the shaft back and forth, faster and faster. Sweat sprung from her forehead and ran down her face as she struggled to increase her tempo still. It was a wailing crescendo towards the final climax. She could feel a thousand eyes on her: a stark black-and-white figure under blindingly bright lights that afforded her no shadow in which to hide. In tru...
"My mother was right – you're a goddamn whore!" David's words cut Sandra to the quick. "Seven years of marriage," she thought, "and it's come down to this." Her auburn hair seemed more of a flaming red at the moment, a metaphor for her livid mood. She drew in an angry breath, abandoning her practice of counting to ten before saying something she'd later reg...
Yeah, I know about the editing issues. I'm trying hard, honest. Thanks for persevering, cheers, Arch. The light dawns... ***** 12. LIGHTS, CAMERA... "Kevin, come here baby!" Kevin jumped to his feet and ran to the bedroom. His beautiful hot wife beckoned. She was sitting on the bed passively sucking Matt's cock. Her mouth was full so Kevin waited politel...
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