Languages: español
Location: Antioquia, Colombia
Body Decorations: pircing
Smokes/Drinks: no
Interested In: Men
Age: 23
Body Type: natural
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Stroking the soreness in one hand, she began to patch up the mess she made. Working the lubricant over her knuckles, she was getting the hang of it. She knew she had better not make another appearance until he was satisfied that she was both well-groomed and had returned to normal. She soon realized he had made an effort to be gentle in her treatment. She felt so light-headed as she felt the stretch reflex slowly going away. She heard his voice next time she heard the words. “A girl like you needs to get some rest.” “No,” she replied meekly, looking down. “Don’t worry about that.” He was smiling again. “I think you’re just catching up.” and he laughed. “I will.” The sexual tension was strong in her legs. How she would get the hang of the street people and the like was a different story. She began to push through the crowds to her car.
There she made her way home, sometimes two or three blocks away. She loved to shop at the produce section, or at the CVS if she could find the right cream to spread out on her hot day. She was always early and she was always careful. She remembered having a problem once, where her shopping trip had been; she had to get home in time to fix a story. Sometimes it came down to whether she could talk to her editor at the paper, or not. She had no regrets at all, except maybe on the phone. Her mind would race to all different permutations of the same street. What would she say if she ran into her neighbor on the street; what could she tell the people she passed on her route? She had no one. She walked home from the CVS on the usual half-block, half-mile, a dead heat, and rarely found herself approaching the house. She made her way to her car, locked the door, dropped her purse on the table, walked out the front door into the night, put her shoes on and zipped up her dress, slipped into her dress and went inside. She always made sure that she was dressed in her Christian Dior gown, the collar and cuffs were the same as other times. She tucked the belt around her waist and drew her coat up over her shoulder blades. She usually made her last stop before her editors went to town on a story..
She has her pussy penetrated by his hard cock.
Her tits were so big her man couldn't help but to start rubbing his cock in his hand.
Then, I shoved in a double set of anal beads and proceeds to orally explore Tess, spreading her cheeks and savoring the sight.