I’d spent three months staking out this pathway, evaluating the women running by. . xxx sex Heat. But I’m keeping the cameras rolling. I’m hoping at least two of the cameras get good angles. Now she’s gone, running for safety and sanity. The blue undersides of her well-worn running shoes—she just couldn’t get them off—poke out between her sated pet’s back paws. This is working out better than I’d even hoped. We don’t have room, and I wouldn’t do that to Gunther, anyway. And I’m sure as hell not going to give Arthur to the pound. Still, he’s stuck inside her and not going anywhere soon. A billion bionanites in the blonde’s body flare to life. Pussy juice is swamping her shorts. Never end. I imagine what it’s like. I imagine what it’s like. But I’m keeping the cameras rolling. The cameras flanking her have a lovely view of her torso. And then confusion burns out, too. Because she’s sprinting, she’s ahead of her companion, but here he comes: A magnificent Great Dane, tongue flapping, happy as can be. This is working out better than I’d even hoped. Read 106434 times |
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