Jab tak choot pe lun nah dhare koi aise piyar muhabbat ko kiya kare koi Lun ho mota lamba taza tu choot bhi Dasi chota dheela ho tu reh jati hai choot hi piyasi aise mein piyar ka dam kiya bhare koi nain naqs hoon khoobsorat gudraya badan haq hai mile un ko mota pala …
The Juicy press is ringing.My cantaloupe is waiting he is anticipating. The call comes through I am whip cream fruit.The phone doesn’t stop ringing. I am getting more juicier he wants me can’t wait to ripen her. How his hands lead down her to weather hot cold so bold sadistic to bruise her. The cantaloupe …
I’m the dirty mommy you see at all your friend’s parties, wearing the same clothes as all the teenage girls are, flirting with all the younger men, and of course drawing all the male attention to me! I am the type of woman that your mother has warned you about, but you can’t seem to …
The cunt is the asylum of man in his journey toward death.
I’d like to kiss you passionately on the lips, then move up to your belly button.
Poking along behind old men with tobacco drool running off their chins and never my idea I resented being ten years old too young and scared to force my parents to admit I had a real job so I worked behind old men for a buck an hour it was enough almost to buy the …
