Thrusting gently, he rocks into her tied hands, continuing to do so until she begins grasping blindly for his zipper. XXX I cant handle it” she cries. Her hair cascades down her back in an array of dark curls, tapering to a point that encourages the eyes to continue to travel downward. “Please. Warning: contains short and erratic imagery that may offend some people. As her shoulders slump, he picks her up and places her on a mat on the floor. He places a hand over her mouth, stifling her, stopping the neighbours from having a reason to call the cops yet again. —————————————————————————————————————————————————–
EXTRA: To make up the character count. Placing the last saucepan on the drying rack, she pushes backward from the sink but he is faster.
