SHE TOLD ‘JUST GENERALLY’ AND I REPLIED ‘YES I DO’. SHE THEN ASKED ‘HAVE YOU KISSED HER?’ I REPLIED ‘YES BUT WHY ARE YOU ASKING ALL THIS...’ SHE REPLIED ‘JUST GENERALLY’. HER NEXT QUESTION SURPRISED ME ‘HAVE YOU FUCKED HER YET?’ I REPLIED ‘YES I HAVE FUCKED HER TWICE.’ SHE THEN CAME NEAR ME AND SAID ‘YOU’RE GF IS LUCKY ONE’ I ASKED ‘WHY SO’ SHE SAID ‘SHE HAS A BF WITH HUGE DICK’ I WAS SHOCKED AFTER HEARING THIS AND THOUGHT THAT HOW DOES SHE KNOW ABOUT MY DICK. I ASKED HER ABOUT IT AND SHE TOLD ME. It hurts! Shut up, bitch! You got deeper. I was hurt, because your dick was big. But when you were cursing me, I forgot about pain and screamed: Dont! Oh no, dont stop! And you continued. Soon I felt not only pain, but pleasure, too. Oh it feels good, go ahead! Shut the fuck up, whore! Youre dirty cant! You were unstoppable. We came at the same time. We lay on the seat not being able to move. You hugged me. Youre wonderful, youre just amazing, and I admire you! Whats wrong with you? Five. The first was an antique leather-bound journal with a worn strap holding its covers shut, the second was a heavy envelope with my name, Melissa Gordon, written on it in neat (if old-fashioned) cursive hand. The letter inside was typed on expensive heavy-weight paper that had the company watermark in the center of the page. The letter explained that the law firm had been retained by a small, independent museum to find and return the accompanying diary to the nearest living heir of the doner.. Very moist and noisy. It was wrestling of their tounges and her lips were melting under his big lips. In the meanwhile, he rooted his cock in her and she was massaging his balls with hand and other hand was slapping his ass. And I was watching a dark strong sudanese man was making my girl discover her femme nature desires. After some minutes in missionar position and he pulled his cock out of her body. Then she winked at him and moved to his cock and she hold his cock. She started to kiss and.