Vineyard

‘I feel it,’ she whispered, her voice rasping from the ache that was throbbing everywhere, but nowhere more than where his cock pressed through the layers between them. She kept her gaze on his mouth[…]

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Poor tracey

Tracey considered herself American now, after all she had lived here for three years and was married to a fine American man. She was of course born an English girl, a slightly struggling English girl[…]

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Master2 healed.

Mr. Master 2 HEALED. “Very good my Colby, I understand you may not enjoy the taste; yet. But you will, in time I assure you. That was very good for your first blow job. Now[…]

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Girls best friend

[b] Angie had gotten Rascal when he was just a little puppy. She'd just moved into her first house and didn't like all the strange noises she heard at night and hated having to be[…]

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