The story of how Shante met Billy the kid
My name is Shante Jackson.
. . She gasped but, good girl!, didn’t say the “N” word
. That angered Hal who pulled off his shirt and stepped naked into the stream of hot water. He moved over my body, the huge cock in his hand
His hand went around my waist as he sat down beside me on the bed.
You both want to fuck me. She ate my pussy too and then I got to eat theirs
. “So why are you telling me? I thought it was your job to tell me not to let a guy touch me or you’ll beat his ass
The story of how Shante met Billy the kid
My name is Shante Jackson.
. . She gasped but, good girl!, didn’t say the “N” word
. That angered Hal who pulled off his shirt and stepped naked into the stream of hot water. He moved over my body, the huge cock in his hand
His hand went around my waist as he sat down beside me on the bed.
You both want to fuck me. She ate my pussy too and then I got to eat theirs
. “So why are you telling me? I thought it was your job to tell me not to let a guy touch me or you’ll beat his ass
The story of how Shante met Billy the kid
My name is Shante Jackson.
. . She gasped but, good girl!, didn’t say the “N” word
. That angered Hal who pulled off his shirt and stepped naked into the stream of hot water. He moved over my body, the huge cock in his hand
His hand went around my waist as he sat down beside me on the bed.
You both want to fuck me. She ate my pussy too and then I got to eat theirs
. “So why are you telling me? I thought it was your job to tell me not to let a guy touch me or you’ll beat his ass
