Gordan looked at his watch. Twelve minutes. What the hell could they have been doing for twelve minutes? The mailman is supposed to be on the clock. S...e must be fucking him, he thought. Gordan walked toward Emilia's house. The mailman gave him a nod as he got into the mail car.Gordan knocked on the door, no reply.He turned the doorknob, it was open.Whatever, he thought, this was his neighbor's house.He stepped inside.He found Emilia Clarke lying on her back, supported up by her elbows. Her big. She wrapped her shirt around his dick tightly, but for some reason it was not tight enough. No matter how hard she tried, the cloth was not able to stay knotted for long enough. In her frantic attempts her beautiful boobs were bouncing about, her sexy nipples looking so inviting.Prem was lost in the magic of her boobs hanging over his face… He even kissed them without her noticing it, in her dilemma..“Prem! This is not good! We need to find a way to compress your bite area! Are you. More

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