“As good as me?”
“Why don’t you remind me?”
I grinned and went down on him
. “Fuck she tastes good. He arched his back in such a way that his prostate was taking one hell of a rubbing
. . She felt closer to Father Paul than she had to any individual, except maybe her own Father
“As good as me?”
“Why don’t you remind me?”
I grinned and went down on him
. “Fuck she tastes good. He arched his back in such a way that his prostate was taking one hell of a rubbing
. . She felt closer to Father Paul than she had to any individual, except maybe her own Father
“As good as me?”
“Why don’t you remind me?”
I grinned and went down on him
. “Fuck she tastes good. He arched his back in such a way that his prostate was taking one hell of a rubbing
. . She felt closer to Father Paul than she had to any individual, except maybe her own Father
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