A roaring filled my ears. Tony’s prick visibly hardened. Miss Frothinglips knelt on the overstuffed armchair and tossed her skirts over her back. I noted she was without drawers. Between her bared cheeks, her corrugated orifice gleamed with sticky salve. Without touching her, other than his throbbing cock, nor speaking, with a tremendous thrust of his hips, in an instant, his buttoned jacket smacked her bottom firmly. She did not utter a word. Not a breath. Not a whimper. I was astounded at her composure. Tony did not waste time, but viciously sawed in and out like a demented carpenter.
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‘Sawed in and out like a demented carpenter.’ That’s got to be one of the best so far. 😉
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Thank you, missy. I must admit that line is one of my favorites too. 😉
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It got me as well! Made me chuckle a little 🙂
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Thank you. Chuckling is good on occasion. 😉
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Love the carpenter thought.
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A crowd favorite.
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