“Is that so?” I asked Hannah, who blushed and nodded.“Yes. Don’t you like them? I do. I doubt that I’d actually win a beauty pageant back ho...e, but I like that people think that I could. And it’s a lot less racist than some of the other handles we considered. It’s the best way to celebrate my Han heritage without being too focused on it,” Xia Delan explained to me.“And I dare say that my personal ginger snap is rather yummy, don’t you agree?” Autumn gave her best pouty lip now.“Oh, definitely!. "From across the street," she replied, "I wouldn't go for lunch with Betty the Bitch."I laughed. Betty the Bitch was infamous for her workplace attitude. My wife disliked her very much but always talked about her."How is the old girl?" I asked."Stop calling her that...she's not much older than you," she chided.Betty had lived in the small house across the street from us long before we moved in. She and her husband, Phil, had told us they were the second owners and had bought it shortly after. It must have been easy half an hour of constant fucking strokes inside Roy’s ass when we both started growling; indicating that fighting the pleasure tides was getting impossible and then I slammed my further swollen cock into his ass and let it go. With my balls knotted under the shaft, that was my final thrust before each tissue cell of my body started to flex. As usual the thick semen felt rising from the curling toes into the legs, thighs and finally in the balls to cock shaft to jet out of. She turns with a roar, the whip cracking in the still air of this chapel of darkness."You dare to interrupt my pleasure?" she growls, her eyes pits of blood-red fire. He is standing in the shadows by the door, and even in the darkness she can feel his eyes on her body."I do," he replies evenly. "If you haven't found what you're looking for by now, you aren't going to find it before you kill him." He steps forward, revealing himself to be an average-looking man of middle years, an inch or two.
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