Fetiche Camilla Diana - Tommaso (2016) Pigtails
Maggie’s expression spoke volumes - mouth open, head back - her eyes rolling into her skull with such relief it was as if a missing piece of her had been returned; her hands dug into his olive-toned flesh, the long, purple nails of her fingers carving deep etches into his skin; her small, dainty mouth parted to allow her teeth to sink into the flexing muscle of his shoulder. With a quick bend at the hips she plunged back into the car for her iPhone - a fleeting breeze tickling her groin - a quick glance at which made her skin boil . She came to an unintentionally seductive, crossed-legged pose beside the car - the mid-summer sun attacking her exposed skin with its unfiltered, radiant heat. . Every one thundered forward until the ball reached the winger. "I guess I can
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