Ass Traffic: Aletta Ocean Takes It All In The Back And Swallows Every Last Drop

“She gave me head.”
“Whaaaaaaaat!? XXX I’m not going to try to make big dramatic build up or anything so I’ll just spit it out. I make my own path!” I said with exaggerated vigor. “Greg. “… “… He and I had met playing baseball our freshman year. “Greg. Sunny shrugged as she spoke. “So you actually showed her your dong?” asked Paul, grinning widely. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” he started saying. “What!?” he cried. “It’s fine Greg. Harder,” she cried. Then Uncle Henry spoke to me. Greg’s head shot over and our eyes locked. “Zach, go find you’re nutty brother will ya? Then Uncle Henry spoke to me. I’m not going to try to make big dramatic build up or anything so I’ll just spit it out.