Indian Queen 4

I got the one in the dinette; he got the one on the patio. I felt like a bum doing it, but I had to know. I really didn’t want to be succored any mo...e than I already had been. It would be a day or two before we could listen to them. And yes, we, was the operative term. I wanted a witness. I needed to have a witness that I trusted absolutely. Lance was the only one at this point.Cherry was a candidate for a “trustee” position, but I had been married twice and dumped twice. My heart and soul. “Good girl.” We walked over to a lounge chair by the window. I sat down and spread my legs, pointed to the floor in front of me, and she got on her knees. With a handful of her hair, I pulled her down and straight to my soaking pussy, and she immediately got to work. Max stared from her plump pussy to my satisfied face. Her tongue darted in and out of my orifice, her fingers separating my folds, my clitoris the main attraction. My hands wondered to my breasts and began to gently massage. More

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