There was M, exciting and willing to share the sweetness of her figure with me. And there was Ann, of more mature figure, but with no desire to bed it with me. “Look all you want, husband,” she purred. “Touch me and I’ll kill you!”
There was M, exciting and willing to share the sweetness of her figure with me. And there was Ann, of more mature figure, but with no desire to bed it with me. “Look all you want, husband,” she purred. “Touch me and I’ll kill you!”