I would have suggested she offer the Rasta guys some, but when I looked away for a half a second she vanished. Her kisses and caresses were intoxicating like no other as she delicately glided her hands across my shoulders and back. Anal sex “Devil’s weed,” she whispered. Even the friendly Rastafarians at the local record store were out of herb. So I could tell that both of them were horny. I was sure such an event would fill me with panic, but in fact I was perfectly calm. Olive gasped at every centimeter, but soon I was all the way in, and we began fucking in earnest, with the help and enthusiastic audience of the other two. Even the friendly Rastafarians at the local record store were out of herb. She grinned. Read 11175 times |
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