Treasure Island

Clarence Williams

(May 19,1980 / Washington, D.C)

Sheba Play Ground


She wanted something knew under her covers! ! ! ! and sheets! ! ! and it wasn't a he! ! ! An experience from long ago that blow her mind each and every time,  from her head to her feet! ! ! couldn't stop the crave that tickle her nipples when she said her name! ! ! ! Sheba  she came! !  It was like the sky  had cried and she became wet! ! ! ! ! touching her inner thigh until she  imagined  Sheba! ! ! ! ! ! licking that! ! ! ! her click......that sounds were made and her finger was glazed! ! ! and her sweet juices! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! became a reflection! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Of a mark! ! ! ! and a impression! ! ! ! ! ! ! That Sheba parted and in bated on her pussy! ! ! ! ! ! !
 

Submitted: Thursday, November 14, 2013
Edited: Friday, November 15, 2013

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