"The " not my president" are all in their safe spaces with the tissues in hand. Thats who they are."
Matt gave her one last long deep thrust into the back of her throat, forcing her head deep down to;less his cock, holding her there for 30 seconds, counting one Mississippi, two Mississippi, ect. I looked at him and he was bewildered.
It appears that he had embezzled a half a million dollars and left the country with my wife, thanks to their passport records. When he came home he was very relaxed and happier than he'd been in a long time.
The feeling was so great that, instead of making his penis wilt, he felt even harder than before. I got her up and she could actually walk. She was sitting on a tall stool and she was wearing cutoffs and a gray halter that hugged her ample tits.
"Shut up!" She yells. At least that's what he hoped. "They have it at almost three times what it was.