Russ is setting an empty punch bowl on the corner of the stage. Sex vedio His son, Donovan, is 28 — a former scholarship wide receiver for a smaller state university. “Minimum requirements for a bachelor party, as far as those sonsabitches are concerned is unlimited beer, and a healthy serving of tits and ass!”
Conversation switched other subjects — like Jim’s slice that found deep rough — but a couple of synapses were firing off in the reptilian part of my brain that always precedes some of Yvonne’s best adventures. Tightening his buttocks, Russ drives all the way to the root deep in your gullet…and pumps his balls dry, straight into your clutching, choking throat. Sniffing with it’s cold nose, the dog tentatively reaches it’s long wet tongue toward your dripping snatch… Driving home, those thoughts crystalized into a short series of revelations:
…None of these men had ever met Yvonne, or vice versa. I think he invited four or five drivers from his trucking company.”
Your hand goes to your mouth, and I hear a soft gasp. I can see his cock-head move in her throat from here! You know that. Watch that bulge in her neck! My little whore wife is as horny…as lost in lust…as I have ever seen her. Turning you onto your hands and knees, he pounds you doggy-style.
