Ball batter Is Sweeter Thank Sugar

Jizz Is Sweeter Thank Sugar

You gotta figure that a sexy gal (presumably a neighbour) turning up at your front door in the midst of the afternoon asking to borrow a cup of sugar indeed needs the sugar. But when you come back with the cup filled, and that babe is sitting on your daybed with her tatas out and a “come fuck me” smile, why ask why? So our fortunate petticoat chaser doesn’t, especially when Monica grabs his meat-thermometer throughout his jeans. This man just goes with the flow and enjoys having his wang salivated on and then buried in her constricted, juvenile fur pie. Sometimes, trying to decide what’s going on is just a fuckin’ waste of worthy rogering time.

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