His other hand found it's prize, slapping her petite ass dominantly. Anne squealed and whimpered against his pervasive manhood, wiggling her ass for h...m as her left cheek turned a light pink. Smack!Once again his rough, thick hand came crashing down against the firm, yet soft flesh of her petite rump; harder this time. The cracking of the slap resonated loudly over Anne getting her throat poked. This is what the elegant, young actress lived for, and even though she played the wholesome. The pudgy girl was holding the base of her cock, aiming it for what looked like the final thrust, a look of concentration upon her brow.In the corner of the picture, another woman, possibly the same woman as the last photo. Or rather only her legs. She wore white nylons, the thigh high kind. The photo stopped at her navel, but it was evident that she wore nothing else. One of her hands was between her thighs watching the ocean before her.It was done in such detail that I could see the moisture. "It's about Josh Holliday, isn't it?"I was speechless for a second. How did she know? There was absolutely noreason why she would know who this song was about. As far as she wasconcerned, I didn't even know Josh Holliday."No!" I emphatically answered. She didn't seem to buy it though, hergrin slid into a smirk at my answer. "I don't even know Josh Holliday." You know, I've been watching Sarah Carerra for a while now," Madisonsaid, making me jump at her use of my alternate name. "I've been. Aur me sirf underwear me tha.Tabhi bhakti ne mere lund ko underwear par se sehne lagi. Baad me mere underwear utar di. Me puri tarah se nanga ho gaya. Meine bhakti ko pakad liya aur mere niche sula diya fir se. Meine use boobs ko suck karte karte me uske puri body ko kiss kar ne laga. Me ahisata ahista niche aane laga. Jab meine nabhi pe kiss kiya toh wo. Uchhal padi. Baad me meine bhakti ki jean ki botton kholne laga, aur me ahisata ahista uski jean ki zip kholta gaya aur kiss karta gaya. Jab.