Dillion Harper Using A Toothbrush For Self-pleasure

The older lady smiled and watched, as the young one had a shattering orgasm. The one I screwed complained, “I didn’t ask and I didn’t say you could. Instead of thinking of punching him, I imagined biting his neck and tearing the sides of his belly open with my hands. She happily watched, as I squirted three more doses of sperm into little Gina. I soon gave up on shaving three times a day and adjusted to having a reddish-blonde moustache and beard. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. We’d have sex in the bathroom of a gas station or restaurant, drive another hour, or two if we were lucky, and stop to fuck again. I stopped at another bank in the next town and deposited four point eight million in a new checking account.