They were soft hands
. ”
“Mmm, we are,” purred my mother.
. I would never forget the first taste of that girl. For a moment I was afraid she'd pull my pecker off, but she went back to milking
They were soft hands
. ”
“Mmm, we are,” purred my mother.
. I would never forget the first taste of that girl. For a moment I was afraid she'd pull my pecker off, but she went back to milking
They were soft hands
. ”
“Mmm, we are,” purred my mother.
. I would never forget the first taste of that girl. For a moment I was afraid she'd pull my pecker off, but she went back to milking