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“Thee don’t need no gentleman, you stick we us and we can have fun with no babies,” Beth suggested as she gently slipped two then three fingers into Annie’s sore bruised puss. Her hymen stretched and stretched again as Tom persistently eased ever inwards and then quite suddenly tore making Annie gasp with pain or was it pleasure, she knew not. Indian porn “Oh lord what have we done,” she muttered. “I done me bit for the day,” Tom insisted, “A pie and a pint down the pub then it’s to bed for I.”
“I disagree,” Annie countered, “Five to five is twelve hours, less and hour for breakfast and one for dinner means you have another two hours work for today.”
“You miserly bloody bitch,” Tom snapped, “You dried up shrivelled up bloody old hag, you needs some sense fucked into you before its too late and no mistake.”
Annie stood her ground.