Richards ordered again. “I want to see Miss Franklin’s tits,” Mr. Tamil sex film “Now, Miss O’Shea, I’m going to flip up your little whore skirt, and fuck you from behind.”
Jenn tilted up her little ass, making it easier for him. Halloween!” Jenn said, her voice all excited. Richards slipped his finger into his mouth, got it wet, then reached down and pressed it over Jenn’s asshole. “Yes, soaked.”
Jenn slid a finger into Carly’s slit; it glided in easily. He positioned himself behind her, and slid his big hand between her legs. Before Carly could answer, Jenn smoothed her skirt down. He was wearing a black T-shirt and old soft jeans; his feet were bare.
