Bitch!

u both are bitching cheap with your :kiss:s;)
oh well -I find something to bitching to warm up :D

here, bitch:

The older woman stared at Dion for a long moment. Then she glanced down at Frankie. Frankie’s eyes met her own.

“Sorry, Della,” he apologised. “But this is just too hot. I know you’re a nice lady, but…” He gave up the explanation. He was just too aroused. The sight of Dion’s lean body, her tanned skin, those breasts -- high and proud -- her licentious use of language, the sound of her slurping, the strands of saliva hanging like threads from her chin… It was all too much and Frankie unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He lifted his buttocks from the seat and yanked the denim down, taking his boxer shorts along too. His already erect penis sprang into view. “Yes,” he sighed in ecstasy as he took several brisk tugs at his meat. “Go for it Dion.”

“You dirty fucker,” Dion grinned when she saw Frankie’s shaft in his hand. “Tug that fucking thing. Make it all big and hard.” She indicated Della with a dismissive toss of her head. “If she won’t suck it, I’ll be over in a minute. I’ll lick it for ya.”


:kiss::kiss:
 
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