Why is it always me? When ever we get invited to dinner party’s l try to be good. I like to help the
Why is it always me? When ever we get invited to dinner party’s l try to be good. I like to help the hostess and generally be nice to her. The men always see through me and can tell l’m a slut though. At some point during the evening, her husband has manipulated to get me alone. Within seconds he bends me over and forces his big hard cock inside me. I just take it as if l’m still helping the hostess. After a few minutes pounding, he dumps his load and walks off, just like it is his right to use me and empty his balls. I think it is and will let a man have what he needs… -- source link