“No!! Stop it…please stop…” I cried out again as I felt his fingers slip under my panties and brush past my mostly soft penis, still tucked back in my underwear
. “That’s right, now that’s a good girl…you’re mine now, and there’s not a single thing you can do about it,” he intoned, his voice suddenly soft and sickly sweet. “Derek?” I replied, suddenly overcome with a sense of dread
Read more. . I’m as naked as you are, you can smell that I had showered; my body wash (your favorite scent in the world) is still fresh on my skin
“No!! Stop it…please stop…” I cried out again as I felt his fingers slip under my panties and brush past my mostly soft penis, still tucked back in my underwear
. “That’s right, now that’s a good girl…you’re mine now, and there’s not a single thing you can do about it,” he intoned, his voice suddenly soft and sickly sweet. “Derek?” I replied, suddenly overcome with a sense of dread
Read more. . I’m as naked as you are, you can smell that I had showered; my body wash (your favorite scent in the world) is still fresh on my skin
“No!! Stop it…please stop…” I cried out again as I felt his fingers slip under my panties and brush past my mostly soft penis, still tucked back in my underwear
. “That’s right, now that’s a good girl…you’re mine now, and there’s not a single thing you can do about it,” he intoned, his voice suddenly soft and sickly sweet. “Derek?” I replied, suddenly overcome with a sense of dread
Read more. . I’m as naked as you are, you can smell that I had showered; my body wash (your favorite scent in the world) is still fresh on my skin
Maria Molins, Patricia Lopez Arnaiz, Lina Gorbaneva nude - El arbol de la sangre (2018)