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Thirty long minutes passed. “Okay,” I said, holding a chuckle. Big cock I’d always struggled with expecting the worst from people and honestly, to this day I still do. Guilty and aware of my erection. He let her down and gave her a peck on her smiling lips. It was neat and clean; what my wife had done in a couple hours would have taken me an evening, so I did the painting instead, the lingering smell on the surface still coated the air. Something for my sex drive. “I love those,” I muttered. ————–
I opened my eyes, slowly, making sense of where I was. Her head kept bobbing enthusiastically when he reached into her pants to stroke her ass. ————-
In the early months, to me Colombia was always alien and bizarre. He sat closer and brazenly touched, caressed and squeezed her sexy tits. But there was a part of me; the worst part of me… The
