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Sheanyone Behind her college sweatshirt are full tits that strain against theperfectly to her luscious curves And the thick, black-rilasses? She may need them to see, but they only serve to odda dick like Natasha does

As Tammy works my dick over, I can’t help but think of the trial How Natasha Washington stared at me with every ounce of hate she could muster It was her best friend and rooled to death And I was arrested for that shit because erprints were all over the scarf found wrapped around her pretty neck

We weren’t fucking dating, but I had to convince a jury otherwise or spend the next ten to twenty-five years behind bars I’m too pretty for prison

Kate was into the saasper, and her death was unfortunate It will stay withmy choices

But you can’t go to prison for a little breathplay gone wrong

My attention is dragged back to Ta wrinkles, and desperately looking for a successful et her off her knees once and for all I stroke her hair as she takesout all her tricks She’ll find someone one day, but it sure as hell won’t be me I’m just an asshole who likes his dick sucked

Natasha’s eyes burn intoher down She’s walked out from the shadowed corner, her pouty lips pressed into a firm line I can practically feel her prissy disappoint over to me If she’d let me, I’d pull that stick out of her ass real quick and replace it with my cock

Iers digging into her pale hips, hasTarunt, slightly thrusting my hips, as I smirk at Natasha

Lifting a brow at her, I flash her a srin that says, “You want to be next?”

Her nostrils flare in disgust