![]() Pulling the material taut in the valley of her crack, separating those cheeks and making them jiggle for me. I run my hand over that flesh, squeezing each cheek, playing with the little pink hem of her built-in underwear. The moment I opened the door and saw her, there was no other choice.Īs soon as the locks are engaged, I turn and cross to the cracked mirror hanging crooked on the wall, moving close as possible to examine her tight ballerina backside where it bends over my shoulder. I can only imagine the havoc she wreaks on males. This one is angelic and unique and smells of paradise. He always tells me the truth, even when it hurts.Īnd I don’t have a hard time believing a woman would use her beauty to her advantage. I both dread and look forward to the moment she’ll become like everyone else in my mind. If she starts talking and lies begin pouring out of her mouth, I’m sure this odd possessiveness will fade somewhat. I’m all but salivating at the possibility of how smooth she’ll be underneath them once I rip them off. I’m nearly shaking from my attraction to her lithe legs, currently covered in tights. ![]() But this one…for some reason, I’m not repulsed whatsoever. I’ve never taken one to bed because I can’t get over my disgust toward women long enough to relieve myself. In 2020, the Last American to Receive a Civil War Pension has Died ![]()
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