debauchingher: Can you work? I mean, I know you can get fucked, that much is obvious. Your body was
debauchingher: Can you work? I mean, I know you can get fucked, that much is obvious. Your body was meant for it. Every time I see it, it calls to me. It was meant for me to be inside it. It was meant for me to take it. But that’s not what I asked. I asked, can you work? Can you be impaled on my cock and work that tight, wet, hungry, needy little pussy of yours up and down the shaft without any help at all, milking my cock with it, bouncing up and down like a woman possessed until I fill you all up? I intend this to take awhile. You better work, bitch. -- source link