Upon Tray. Upon the burning, soft fence post that is his magnificant cock.It feels like a day's journey, but it's in me. Finally. ALL the way up and i... me. And I feel myself braced by Tray's hips. To go no further. I gasp as I adjust myself, as I relax onto, and into the pain that is already starting to slip from my attention. Just as I'm contemplating daring some motion, Tray reads my mind and starts to lift me up. I start a ragged intake of breath as I feel myself clinging to him and turning. Ooohhhh..." He pulled back a little as he started to thrust deeply into my ass and his hips were building a rhythm as they slapped against my butt cheeks. I moaned feeling yet another cock being shoved up my butt hole, over and over, "...Ohhh!... Uhhhh!... Uuhhhh!..." He kept thrusting as his hips pounded against my butt and he grunted saying, "Ohhh yeah!... You like it better whenever I fuck you in your tight lil ass... Huh girl?..." I nodded my head, knowing I was supposed to agree with. Shoes and socks off then so very slowly I unzipped his jeans and pulled them along with his boxers down over his hips to the ground and off. I had to just stand there and drink in all of him with my thirsty eyes and what I was seeing was the equivalent of Cristal flowing down my parched throat. No Mistress could ever have a finer pet than this that was certain. As I ran my hands all over his body my lips soon followed. I really knew just how turned on he was as this was one of his biggest. Mark TwainSuppose you were an idiot. And suppose you were a member of government. But then I repeat myself. Mark TwainI contend that for a nation to try to tax itself into prosperity is like a man standing in a bucket and trying to lift himself up by the handle. Winston ChurchillA government which robs Peter to pay Paul can always depend on the support of Paul. George Bernard ShawForeign aid might be defined as a transfer of money from poor people in rich countries to rich people in poor.
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