No, as the collar indicates, this was not my wife Marsha, this was my slave . . . Her mouth was tiny but she seemed quite experienced and matched me as the kissing intensified and my hands moved across her body feeling every inch. I slid her off me and then moved behind her, pushing myself into her whilst feeling her breasts and kissing the back of her neck
No, as the collar indicates, this was not my wife Marsha, this was my slave . . . Her mouth was tiny but she seemed quite experienced and matched me as the kissing intensified and my hands moved across her body feeling every inch. I slid her off me and then moved behind her, pushing myself into her whilst feeling her breasts and kissing the back of her neck
No, as the collar indicates, this was not my wife Marsha, this was my slave . . . Her mouth was tiny but she seemed quite experienced and matched me as the kissing intensified and my hands moved across her body feeling every inch. I slid her off me and then moved behind her, pushing myself into her whilst feeling her breasts and kissing the back of her neck
