Now first I want to tell you about her figer she is near about 38-30-40 she is black fatty women (if I get any chance to fuck her I will never due to ...her black fatty body).After message on her upper legs she says there is a magic in your hand her pain goes out now she pull her gown up to her stomach but I never see her chut or gand (pussy & ass ) and pull down her panty upon her knee now her gand is fully naked but I never interested to see now she oder me to apply cream on her gand after 1or 2. On the carpet, fanning out the musky odors of sex, he found himself alone. Absent-mindedly he grazed his wide hips and stroked his tapered legs. He imagined that he is stroking a woman's thigh and mellowed out. With a jerk, he got up and went into the shower. "Jen, you know I don't eat sweets," he complained when he eyed the oiled and syrupy yellow towers of scrumptiousness raising their delectable heads toward him. "But you like them, Johnny," was her reply, "You've cut down on the. This felt way better than her husband ever had. He was touching every sensitive nerve in her channel, and each thrust sent a wave of heat through her."I can't believe we're doing this," he muttered."It's all you men showing off your bodies," she said, and then blinked in surprise. Where had that come from? Sure, she'd thought that, and she'd certainly admired some of the tighter butts she'd seen in the office, but she'd never dared speak them.She tried to squeeze her legs together, liking how. "Quit yer fighting, whore. You are bound to a noble's bed, and our pockets will be heavy with silver!" The slavers cackle, evil breath from behind rotten teeth. I know I could thrash any two or three of them, but an entire press gang waylaid me, and a bash to the back of my skull put me down. My mother would be ashamed of her daughter, a proud mountain woman, to be caught so easily, but I had fallen to the vile wine of the lowlands and was weak.I strain and flex my muscles, testing the bonds.