“Ohh — oh, you bastard!” Sharon Brant gasped, her gasp turning into a groan as she spread her slender legs wide open to expose the pink, blonde fleeced flower of her sopping cunt. “You know I can’t stand it when you’re like this! Why… why can’t you be a nice normal husband for once and do it the way it’s …
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Hmmmm Yes. I am stepping out of the taxi-cab in front of your hotel. It
could be Milan or New York or Beverly Hills. No matter. Its the
presentation, the gestalt thats important. I stretch my four inch high
heeled legs encased in sheer black back seamed stockings out of the cab as
my leopard print soft supple leather skirt …