Loved making a custom video for my uniformed daddy… he begged for squirt and I soaked the floor… watch on bolivianamimi.tv

My hands whipped off of my face like a bolt of lightning. Blacked “That’s a good girl.” I remarked assertively as I continued to ram her from behind. “So, detective, do you have enough to go on?” I asked Holly. As if there were other options. Suddenly, completely out of nowhere, Molly grabbed the same arm and turned over herself, in what I could only guess was an attempt to spoon. She shrugged. She just wanted in my bed again. “From looking at that, you’re lucky as little is broken as it is.” I replied with a surge of adrenaline-fueled confidence. I scrunched my lips up together in annoyance. It was difficult to stifle my smile as they got more and more frequent. Eyes open. The most sense. ***
The plan was executed the following Monday night. I couldn’t help sporting a grin – Molly blew me. Proof, undeniable evidence that this wasn’t something that happened… this was something that was happening. Molly chuckled, albeit begrudgingly. Part of me felt bad, but I knew it was because she was exhausted and kept getting bad luck. She was just… pretending to be as innocent as she was. I bolted to my door, then quickly realized immediately responding would be unrealistic. That ‘elsewhere’ turned out to be a bit more of a southern area. I don’t know myself why, but I decided again to try to find a sign of conscious life in her. It was difficult to stifle my smile as they got more and more frequent.