This way tilts her chin ~ Miss Jill the night's heat's your harbinger. Not a binge, or hard tasked bay but a pulling want to need what's given and lovin. O saith Jill my Mona's come home at last deterritorializing her thing, and trinket will to better its boot. She's that way to any given close ass.
On the better bus her breasts topped out as teacups, two hard bananas, a duet of wondering minstrels, careful butts sewn and seen, on the butt of time.Her carefull shirking after Jack's smile Oooh this was pudeur at its worst. After all, what were those breasts doiing? sticking up , wanting to be looked after, cared for, tenderized as love bird
Posted by C Duffy at 1/15/2014