A Slave Is Born
A Slave Is Born
In a little while she reached underneath the blanket and grabbed my hand and
guided it over to her lap. When she tucked my hand under the waistband of her
sweatpants I got the idea. My fingers brushed over a patch of hair, which I
figured was like the one above my cock.
A Slave Is Born
And then I felt some folds of skin. They were already a little
wet. I didn't know where I was going, but Elizabeth guided me a little and
pretty soon I had worked a couple of fingers into her hole and they got really
slick from her juices.
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