Sie trug an diesem Abend eine schwarze Leggings und ein enges schwarzes Longsleeve. Sie war sehr beweglich und gut durchtrainiert. Ihr Job machte ihr ...n sich Spaß obwohl sie die ganzen älteren Hausfrauen belächelte die sie über die Woche betreut hatte. Sie wollte später nie so aussehen geschweige denn so werden wie diese Ansammlung von Mittvierzigern.Bettina 43, war eine leicht mollige Hippiemäßige Frau die alleine lebte und Freiberuflich arbeitete. Sie hatte dunkleblonde lockige schulterlange. She hears him say, "Remember. Slowly,"But this is an impaling, and she doubts she can continue. He reaches up and daubs the oil onto each breast to encourage her, distract her."Touch your clit," he says.She hardly moves, says, "Oh-God! You feel gigantic."Before she touches her clit, begins a rhythm, she groans aloud to dissipate the hurt."Do you feel pain?" he asks."It's like I'm having biggest pooh ever and its stuck in there! Oh-fuck. I'm never going to have a baby. Everrrr!"Her words become. Feeling him stiffen, her eyes bulge as he begins to thrust into her, his cock penetrating her depths with hard jabs. She’s leaking juices around him as the feeling of getting filled by such a wondrous cock makes her belly tighten and her clit throb.The pleasure is blinding and she’s afraid she may pass out from the force of his thrusts. His knot begins to swell inside her, stretching her even more than she thought possible, and allowing his cock to move faster. Panting from the force of his. His name was Golan. Supposedly he was a good hunter. Some people respected him, though some people didn’t. It only took the villagers five minutes to agree on him. It was the speed in which the decision was made. The villagers wanted me gone, so they could get back to living in peace. Since they’d seen me kill without hesitation, none wanted to challenge me. That was fine as far as I was concerned. It still didn’t get me out of their hair. I was waiting for the packing to finish, so I was using.