Lisa Tiffian, Penny Barber, cheyenne Jewel, Adley Rose
penny released lisa from her grasp and slumped, first to her knees, then prone amongst the grass.
as the warmth of her climax throbbed through her body, harry looked alongside him as penny’s body rose and fell for air, her eyes sparkled with a vivid smile.
for a few moments, there was stillness as lisa surveyed harry’s prone body.
each thick prominent vein provided the strength in his girth that demanded more attention.
gerri handed lisa a card from her wallet and then looked around intending to get dressed as penny re-entered the room and they both went back to business.
neatly folding her garment, she rose to her knees, unbuckled her jeans, and slid them down to her ankles. my eyes widened in surprise, lisa wore no underwear, and her naked body showed no trace of tan lines. my head was spinning.
he watched penny's eyes squeeze shut as lisa penetrated her sodden cauldron. absorbed in penny getting her cunt eaten, the spectacle rampaged through him. harry's mind rifled through the vision before him. if she was like this during an unplanned alfresco fuck, what would she be capable of if she put her mind to it?