There was a soft lawn to play on and a hammock to rest on when she grew tired of playing.It was a safe garden. The walls were ten feet high and made o... strong stone. Ivy and roses climbed up them on the inside, but on the outside were spikes and thorns that would poison anyone that tried to climb over the walls. There was only one gate. It was also ten feet tall and could only be opened by the Princess's mother and father. Like the flowers in her garden, the Princess herself was beautiful and. Her mocha skin was evenly colored all over but for her large chocolate nipples. Her pussy was unshaven but when he touched it, it was soft and silky like the hair on her head.As he touched her pussy, she let out a soft moan. Curt stroked her pussy again, but this time more firmly; her moan was louder. Curt cupped her pussy in his hand and began massaging her wetness. She grabbed on to his shoulder and rocked her hips while he rubbed her. Suddenly, she trembled from head to toe, let out a short. They will have every inch of me and I love it, every ball busting second of it! My screams are muffled by Danny’s thick cock. Stars are swimming before my enticing green eyes and my red hair is mussed and lies all over the pillow that is supporting my head. The three jocks man handle me because I’m petite and delicate. I hear them grunting and moaning with extreme joy as they keep pounding their fuck meat deep and hard into my pliant, acquiescent body. Roger is a freshman football jock at. ’ Sylvia smiled. ‘Seriously, I’m fine. Really, I am. I can’t say I never think about it, or worry about it, but it’s over and done, and I can’t change it.’ ‘Attagirl!’ Patti nodded. ‘You’ve worked hard to say that.’ ‘Troy is great, and I love him,’ Sylvia continued. ‘If he proposed—and I don’t think he will—but if he did, I can’t say I’d say no.’ Patti laughed. ‘I didn’t think so.’ She pulled up to a red light and tapped her fingernail on the steering wheel. ‘Have you ever told him about it?’.