But, I just don’t want you to wear something that tight, that short out with Judy or when I’m not with you. It could only bring trouble. But let�...s not fight about it! Come on I just got home from work and I want the weekend to go well for us. It’s the first one in a while where you haven’t had something to do or have been called away to work.’ She said, ‘Oh and I guess that’s my fault. It’s my fault that some drunk runs into a phone pole and I get called because there’s an emergency at the. Her swollen clit and lips are far more exciting than the image my mind had created.Uri kneels between her legs and adjusts himself so that he does not interfere with the shot. He puts her panties to her cunt and gradually feeds them into her, pushing the material an inch at time into her whilst occasionally leaning forward to lick and kiss her clit. The panties slowly disappear into her until they are no longer visible. Sandi stands up and repositions the chair so that she is able to lean. Face it, you’ve never had a husband who fully appreciated your womanly charms in the way that a man should. As in regularly coupling with you and breeding the unholy seven hells out of you!” I told the widow of three kings now that I slid back inside her sweet, tight cunny from behind.“Any other reasons?” Margaery wondered as I humped her rather vigorously, much to her delight.“To keep King Jamie from taking you to wife, just in case! Though this might provoke a conflict with him, you know. Are. “Playing hard to get,” he mused. “Don’t pretend. Everyone knows you women say size doesn’t matter, but you’re all really gagging for the biggest fucking cock you can get!”He was looking directly at Phil as he spoke. Phil, whose face was a picture of mortification. Big Dick wasn’t saying anything he hadn’t thought himself, but something about the way the man said it made him suspect that he knew about Phil’s modest measurements. Emma was screaming out loud. Phil stared at her facial contortions..