Gritty Ninja Street Amateur

“I’m going to leave your arms tied. The next time it was three fingers. Small boned and slender, with shaggy blond hair and blue eyes. They got a rhythm going, both of them shoving in at the same time, so there was no way to ease off either one of those cocks. I realized that no one was saying anything out loud. The drinking age in Kansas was 21 and I didn’t dare come home drunk, so I avoided the punch bowl which was always spiked at the prom. Sharon took the leash and made me crawl on my knees to a heavy oak table. She hooked the leash under the table somewhere. I couldn’t tell whether the two hands belonged to the same guy, which was really disturbing. (Eat your heart out, Gene Simmons!) I think my tongue was one of the reasons Sharon started going out with me. In addition to the guy who owned the cock that impaled my throat, I sensed someone