Sally sat on the bed and looked up at me.
“Put your wood into me, I wish to stop with playthings, I
want a big man in me!”
I know you hear this all day, but she was a dish. I got her
gown in my hands and got it on the bed near her.
Her pink box was a mess, all wet and open. My wood was red
and big, as I put it in her.
It was good in her, too good. I went to stop but my milk shook
her to the top.
It was good fun.
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