“So, those guy’s that dropped you off, they were at the party last weekend, right?” I asked Samantha
Squirt. She said she was starving and wanted to know if I would have dinner with her and I eagerly agreed. Then she slid down and began sucking and licking my nipples and then made her way between my legs
Nice Ass. . outside my window looking in each night,
watching my shadow writhing on the blind,
baring my body in a lewd lascivious dance,
casting off my garments one by one
until I fall down panting on my bed,
clutching my pillow high between my thighs,
riding to the rhythm of your unseen hand
“So, those guy’s that dropped you off, they were at the party last weekend, right?” I asked Samantha
Squirt. She said she was starving and wanted to know if I would have dinner with her and I eagerly agreed. Then she slid down and began sucking and licking my nipples and then made her way between my legs
Nice Ass. . outside my window looking in each night,
watching my shadow writhing on the blind,
baring my body in a lewd lascivious dance,
casting off my garments one by one
until I fall down panting on my bed,
clutching my pillow high between my thighs,
riding to the rhythm of your unseen hand
“So, those guy’s that dropped you off, they were at the party last weekend, right?” I asked Samantha
Squirt. She said she was starving and wanted to know if I would have dinner with her and I eagerly agreed. Then she slid down and began sucking and licking my nipples and then made her way between my legs
Nice Ass. . outside my window looking in each night,
watching my shadow writhing on the blind,
baring my body in a lewd lascivious dance,
casting off my garments one by one
until I fall down panting on my bed,
clutching my pillow high between my thighs,
riding to the rhythm of your unseen hand
(1976) - Tina Lynn, Sharon Mitchell