Hardcore Group Action – Dp And Rough Anal Scenes

I pulled out another beer and offered her one. Chapter 3:
Beach Stripper Solo
On my next passage I spent a grueling, boring day crossing Florida Bay, dodging crab pots. She was panting, and obviously in heaven. I was so drunk by now that my dick was of no use … Either my ‘whiskey dick’ had not yet kicked in or, God forbid, I was beyond it. She was a 12 on a scale of 10 and me, being just an old dad bod, got pretty nervous. The dildo in her ass only quickened her clit massage and soon she was moaning and groaning. The sun was setting (it was as gorgeous as she was) and we made small talk. She was a 12 on a scale of 10 and me, being just an old dad bod, got pretty nervous. “What have we here?” she asked. Something just came over me.” “Well, I’m glad it did.