Wild Brunette Madison Scott Fucks Her Man Hard In A Trashed Van

“I owe you an apology, Big Bill. Whenever you forget and try to slide a finger, or a penis” — I could hear her shudder — “you’ll remember.”
I realized there was a difference between wanting to do anything for the person I loved, and having a specific “anything” staring me in the face. Txxx I thought again about calling Stacey, but she rarely rose before lunchtime and I still didn’t know what I’d tell her. I felt like I was losing control again, and tried to calm myself. Hunter never left the slightest impression she was such a slut.”
“I am not a slut!” I objected, feeling offended. “You’re not a slut, Linnea — yet. Is there any chance he might have gotten any semen and one of your hairs in his mouth while you two were sucking each other’s faces?”
“I don’t know; maybe. “Ask Hunter, or anybody; I’m always professional and I’d never stoop to anything as low as blackmail.” I felt a bit guilty about trying to magic him, but it clearly hadn’t worked so there was no reason to mention it. “No, there’s nothing like that around here,” I replied, smiling. “Leave her out of this!” I yelped, reading the inquisitive look in Big Bill’s expression. “Well, it’s pretty close; I’d guess maybe one percent above Len’s numbers. He practically raped me right outside the bathroom! Chapter 5, In which I am not a slut
I was feeling tired and hung over, the result of a sleepless night with a lot of drinking and even more sex. Tom carefully jacked a final drop of semen out