Those Sexy Thighs
Jimmy Boom Semtex
Jimmy Boom Semtex
Her legs were to die for. They were often wrapped about some younger male lover or her housemate. Zas was very open minded and wild in bed. This was odd, considering how conservative most Peruvians were. Was it purely personal choice?
Right now, Zas was wearing a strap on dildo and fucking a lady named Clare. The two met online and after an exchange of hot emails decided to make it real. Gasps and sighs filled Zas' bedroom while Clare licked her pussy. They filmed it for posterity.
The dildo was bright orange in colour and was called The Thunder Head. It glistened with pussy juice. The nylon straps that held it in place were jet black. It was a ferocious fourteen inches long and a work of art. A thing of great beauty giving total satisfaction. It was handmade and numbered. Zas had number 227. It retailed at $2,000. Only connoisseurs and collectors bought them.
Clare lay on her back and took it like Clare, with open legs and wide eyed satisfaction. She moved with Zas who was going all out, panting and breathing deeply. The raised bumps on the inner side of the dildo stimulated Zas' clit; she was almost coming. She speeded up so Clare would too, a shared experience.
"Fucking hell! Fuck me, fuck me," Clare gasped. Her climax was close.
"I'm on it, here we go," Zas replied, with exertion. Her thrusts were deep and smooth. The dildo bumps brought her to her peak and she screamed. Sweat glistened on her back and ran down her face.
"Ah, right on the nose. Just great!" Clare came, joining her lover. It was perfect timing. Both ladies shouted and groaned like experienced adult actresses. It was an artful scene.
Right now, Zas was wearing a strap on dildo and fucking a lady named Clare. The two met online and after an exchange of hot emails decided to make it real. Gasps and sighs filled Zas' bedroom while Clare licked her pussy. They filmed it for posterity.
The dildo was bright orange in colour and was called The Thunder Head. It glistened with pussy juice. The nylon straps that held it in place were jet black. It was a ferocious fourteen inches long and a work of art. A thing of great beauty giving total satisfaction. It was handmade and numbered. Zas had number 227. It retailed at $2,000. Only connoisseurs and collectors bought them.
Clare lay on her back and took it like Clare, with open legs and wide eyed satisfaction. She moved with Zas who was going all out, panting and breathing deeply. The raised bumps on the inner side of the dildo stimulated Zas' clit; she was almost coming. She speeded up so Clare would too, a shared experience.
"Fucking hell! Fuck me, fuck me," Clare gasped. Her climax was close.
"I'm on it, here we go," Zas replied, with exertion. Her thrusts were deep and smooth. The dildo bumps brought her to her peak and she screamed. Sweat glistened on her back and ran down her face.
"Ah, right on the nose. Just great!" Clare came, joining her lover. It was perfect timing. Both ladies shouted and groaned like experienced adult actresses. It was an artful scene.
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