I’m all urs ..Ye sunge me bahut acha laga or pata nahi kaha se muje me or energy aa gai usko fuck karne laga..Its long deeper n deeper.. Meine apni ...peed bada di or usko jor jor se fuck karne laga.. Wo bhi apni gand utha utha kar muje company de rai thi or usko baht maja aa raha tha ..Meine usko kiss kiya or pocha ki baby i drop it inside or outside.. Then she rly inside mera abhi safe time chal raha h,, ye sunge muje acha laga or apni speed bada di wo bolne lagi i m also coming …Fuck me hard. .Heroine of the Wild West...primed and ready for action. In a blur of motion...the buxom masked maiden of justice...ran like the animal she was named after...at blinding speed through the town. On the way she sped past the Marshall's Office..where her husband John was on his horse with young Billy Ingram..getting ready to take him home.The horse reared on its hind legs as the beauteous masked woman sped past in a blur. "Whoa boy!..What in blazes..It's..It's the Princess Puma!" gasped Marshall. She was almost as tall as he was, so he leaned in to kiss her while running his hands up the back of her damp swimsuit. The kiss ramped up quickly now that she had made her intentions plain. Jeff met her kiss for kiss as his growing enthusiasm kept pace with hers. Soon she began tugging at his swim shirt to run her hands across the skin of his muscled stomach and chest.Jeff paused long enough to take off his shirt and loosen his board shorts. Shawna knocked his hands aside to take over that. Finally Miss Jordan teased him, “Disappointed the pizza delivery guy didn’t pay you more attention, huh?” Her smile, her smile, it was maddening. It was a couple of seconds later that he started laughing. “No! No! I just thought he’d know I was a guy immediately.”“How? By lifting your skirt and looking?”He tried to remain serious and not answer that, but couldn’t hold it and burst into laughter as the image of the fellow looking up his skirt kept running through his head. She laughed along.