The snow falls gently on a winter's night,
But inside by the fire I hold you tight,
As the burning flames start to dance,
My thoughts of you turn to romance,
In the light of the evening fire's glow,
How much I love you, you'll never know
. .
Cowgirl. Are you still serving breakfast?”
“Yes Ma’am. So there they were, Tracy staring at Nicolas’ cock while Nicolas was again looking at her wet pussy
The snow falls gently on a winter's night,
But inside by the fire I hold you tight,
As the burning flames start to dance,
My thoughts of you turn to romance,
In the light of the evening fire's glow,
How much I love you, you'll never know
. .
Cowgirl. Are you still serving breakfast?”
“Yes Ma’am. So there they were, Tracy staring at Nicolas’ cock while Nicolas was again looking at her wet pussy
The snow falls gently on a winter's night,
But inside by the fire I hold you tight,
As the burning flames start to dance,
My thoughts of you turn to romance,
In the light of the evening fire's glow,
How much I love you, you'll never know
. .
Cowgirl. Are you still serving breakfast?”
“Yes Ma’am. So there they were, Tracy staring at Nicolas’ cock while Nicolas was again looking at her wet pussy
