With my free arm I prop myself up, bringing up my legs that were previously dangling off the edge of the bed, so I can get a better look. "Mmmm." I mo...an your name. I know if you were here right now, seeing how soaked I was along with the sound my hand is making as it thrusts in and out me would have you leaking pre-cum. I lie back again, splaying my legs open wider as I slowly withdraw my fingers from myself and begin to rub at my hard little clit once more. My juices are now leaking down my. Then I followed him out into the woods. Most girls who had gone through that sort of party situation would have taken a taxi in the opposite direction. A very fast taxi.Then I found out all that has been hurting him and that he's pretty much stopped caring. Soon after that I stow away on his ship as he's headed to his brother's funeral. Only problem was he was too drunk to mention before I got aboard that the funeral was being held in the Middle East. This much I might have been able to take. As you hear my story, you may form a negative opinion of me. I don't care what you think, but listen:Do you remember the story of how I happened to own Edith Piaf's 1948 Oscar gown? My friend, who lived in a corner of a famous Hollywood mansion, had an aunt who was the main assistant to the famous dress designer Edith Head, it was her aunt who measured the women and who took all the precise measurements. From this, she came into possession of the gown designed for Edith Piaf, the immortal. She grinned as she caught sight of a car parked in the lot now and wondered how long it had been there.“Fuckkkk. Get ready, baby.” Rocco grunted as he continued pounding her voraciously.The man was watching as she caught his gaze. She smiled as she gripped the table, Rocco pausing deep within her as he released his seed. The man looked like he was sweating, and his shoulder was rising ever slightly up and down within his seat. Jolene had an idea of what he was doing. She loved realizing they.