Marie-jane, An Italian Woman Who Loves Doggy Style
0“KAY, stop,” I yelled to her as my typing stopped. He even told me he loved me and I believed him. I also always enjoyed myself with his clients as they were older men and they treated me right. If nothing else I would run for the hills screaming bloody murder or at least for help. On our way out there, Joe told me the truth. Cathy came out and she told me I had better get those man juices off those sheets and the smell of man from her bedroom. I thought we were a happy little family within a month. The man had a shocked look on his face and shook his head from side to side, as he walked away. He took his cock into his hand beating it against my pussy from under it.
