We were both so tired, and when he pulled out, there was blood everyware, on his bed, on his dick and in my pussy
. I wore glasses and no makeup, and just jeans and a tshirt.
. Still, he managed to compose himself, deciding to remove himself from the conversation. “What if she told someone of the truth?”
“Who would she tell? For that matter, even if she were to tell someone, who would believe her? Any normal person hearing such a thing would dismiss it as a poor girl being driven mad with grief from her father’s death
We were both so tired, and when he pulled out, there was blood everyware, on his bed, on his dick and in my pussy
. I wore glasses and no makeup, and just jeans and a tshirt.
. Still, he managed to compose himself, deciding to remove himself from the conversation. “What if she told someone of the truth?”
“Who would she tell? For that matter, even if she were to tell someone, who would believe her? Any normal person hearing such a thing would dismiss it as a poor girl being driven mad with grief from her father’s death
We were both so tired, and when he pulled out, there was blood everyware, on his bed, on his dick and in my pussy
. I wore glasses and no makeup, and just jeans and a tshirt.
. Still, he managed to compose himself, deciding to remove himself from the conversation. “What if she told someone of the truth?”
“Who would she tell? For that matter, even if she were to tell someone, who would believe her? Any normal person hearing such a thing would dismiss it as a poor girl being driven mad with grief from her father’s death
