迷人 寶萊塢 跳舞 蜂蜜

It was two months ago, to this day, that I met a being named Sandy Alexandria on a cold, dark, rainy road and here I stood, at her threshold once again. I felt like I was twelve, sneaking out of my parents house to go smoke cigarettes and drink a couple of ‘a friend’s dad's beers’ in the middle of the night. I also realized, I was quite okay with that. Good sex, good friendship, the same oddball sense of humor and interests. What wasn't to be okay with? She’s sweet, intelligent and warm and, I swear, more softcore beautiful every time we meet. She glows, erotic when there’s candlelight, when she's wet and when she cums. She smells, of rain and sunshine, even if that's just in my brain. She tastes like flesh and aphrodisia. And she fucks with an intensity and passion that quenches my thirst and makes me hunger for more. Once a week for seven weeks, that was our bargain, our pact. After the eighth, well, we'd settle in for, whatever, and see. She bought the house outright. Mine’s going up on the market soon and then we’ll make a home. Right here or somewhere else. Who knows. She's home, I'm home it doesn't really matter where the real estate is. We got together, when we could, to work on some cosplay pieces, and we even managed to put together some decent looking bracers and visors that sold pretty quick. For decent money too. Between her talent with carbonfiber and foam molding and my ability to put metals together, without burning brunettes gaps in em, and wiring, they came out girls pretty solid. When she didn’t have class and I didn’t have work we were joined at the hip and other places. We went out, occasionally, to the movies and dinner, but mostly we just entertained ourselves. In and out of bed. For the most part, when we did go out, people pretty much left us alone. Only a couple of times we had to deal with trolls. You know the teasing sort, the ones who have to interrupt your day because their lives don’t striptease have meaning, unless they’re being dicks. Mostly it was just looks or the suspiciously loud word but we just ignored it and it passed. On one occasion she was coming back from the bathroom when some Grand Theft Auto tough guy grabbed her by the wrist and asked if he could buy her a drink. She said, “No thanks,” but he wouldn’t let it be. “Can I have my hand back? Now.” You were built to destroy teasing us so tell me how I can trust you. "No..." said Newlyn feebly. That is proven by the way he does not feel jealous or possessive. You can use the phone in the hall." She felt her tits bounce around as she paced erotic down the street leading striptease to her house when she heard girls music, then headlights, then softcore an engine, and then a honk from a car. If I didn’t have a weathered face or a couple scars, you brunettes probably would think I was in my mid-forties. It was amazing! “Yes, but did you want me to catch you?” "Need help, Kitten Tits?" said a voice. The figures behind her did the same, synchronized with her movements. Dad cut me off with a raised hand and a stern expression.