The show was an international phenomena. It was a very off beat cop show. It was so off beat it ran in three different versions, in three different la...nguages. The show had exactly the same plot line, and even the same characters, but somehow each version was a little different. He watched the latest two episodes because he had missed the previous episode. That was the beauty of the online TV shows, they were all there waiting for me. That and the variety of the offerings. there was everything. Lindsay gagged a little at the copious amount of jizz that Traynor let loose in her mouth filling it and shooting it down her throat. She coughed and swallowed as quickly as she could. She licked him clean and wiped her empty mouth with the back of her hand. She looked on in surprise when his dick remained just as hard as it had been before she sucked him off. She smiled up at Traynor and smiled, “I guess there are some advantages to being Trill.” “Yes, there are a few,” He replied smiling at. He was the sole visitor of the funeral procession. A pink peony flew onto the oaken coffin – her favorite flower. He had forgotten the true symbolism of it; never really been aware of it, in fact, despite her repeated attempts to explain him. Judging from the reverend's barely visible nose-wrinkling, the young visitor's choice of flower was probably not exactly appropriate. The young man crooked the corners of his mouth to an unclear expression as he vaguely remembered the peony used to be. They dragged a dirty mattress from the backroom and for the next three hours they kept Ana on her back or kneeling with her ass up in the air. She had black dicks in her soft mouth while swallowing warm cum and being fucked in her ass a half dozen times. Her nice sweet cunt was pounded by everyone until cum dripped from her.It was past midnight when all those black guys were done with my wife.Lying on the dirty mattress, covered in fresh semen, Anita was exhausted. She had been fucked by those.