“Do you, President Woodward?”
“Becky, Your Majesty,” I said. He barked at them in Arabic
. My dick hard.
Heels. With his cock drawing closer, my eyes widened. Crawling on the bed, I got on my knees, and grasped the pillow in front of me
Quickening his pace, he started leaning towards me, grasping my waste, jackhammering into me.
I turned over onto my back, and he collapsed on top of me. He started to gradually pick up the pace until all you could hear was the sound of our bodies smacking against eachother, and sweet moans coming from deep within both of us
.
“Do you, President Woodward?”
“Becky, Your Majesty,” I said. He barked at them in Arabic
. My dick hard.
Heels. With his cock drawing closer, my eyes widened. Crawling on the bed, I got on my knees, and grasped the pillow in front of me
Quickening his pace, he started leaning towards me, grasping my waste, jackhammering into me.
I turned over onto my back, and he collapsed on top of me. He started to gradually pick up the pace until all you could hear was the sound of our bodies smacking against eachother, and sweet moans coming from deep within both of us
.
“Do you, President Woodward?”
“Becky, Your Majesty,” I said. He barked at them in Arabic
. My dick hard.
Heels. With his cock drawing closer, my eyes widened. Crawling on the bed, I got on my knees, and grasped the pillow in front of me
Quickening his pace, he started leaning towards me, grasping my waste, jackhammering into me.
I turned over onto my back, and he collapsed on top of me. He started to gradually pick up the pace until all you could hear was the sound of our bodies smacking against eachother, and sweet moans coming from deep within both of us
.
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