Sizzling Indian Beauty Craves Intimate Pleasure

“I saw Chrissy again today,” she told Peter when he called.  “It was pouring rain and she was still waiting for me in her car.”
Peter made an amused noise and said, “She needs to get a hobby or something.”
“You mean, besides Father Brian?”
“Yeah.  So did you talk to her?”
“No, I couldn’t.  I was with Suzy and her mom.  I tried to kind of signal her but it was like she couldn’t see me.”
“Well, you are the Invisible Girl…”
“Very funny.  No, it was kind of spooky.  Well, maybe her windshield was fogged up or something, I don’t know. Blowjob porn She took a deep breath and let it out slowly.  Then, quickly she bent down and pulled her nightgown over her head, throwing it over the back of a chair.  And then, naked, she pressed herself against the front of the refrigerator, her arms on either side.  Embracing it.  
It felt wonderfully soothing for a few moments.  But all too soon the refrigerator door had absorbed her body’s heat and

Sizzling Indian Beauty Craves Intimate Pleasure

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