Elegant Japanese Bosoms Vol 11
4 I made a half-turn to dig my elbow into their hip as I grasped their arm briefly, and the soft curving of the forearm, as well as a grunt that followed, let me know it was a woman. She just didn’t want it to end. Thinking over that, I had snuck inside an abandoned railway workshop just between the bus depot and a train station, almost literally crammed in between. I turned around, and as soon as I felt movement, I covered my head. A place like that that would be begging to become a murder scene. We both badly wanted a thing the other had and we gave it to each other in more ways than one. I did not look where she had gone. Only fulfilling your low-level instincts. Read 7878 times |
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