I was lost again. Breasts were still beautiful and full. A little petite, but fine for young girls … From their spikes, as if I could still feel their cunts. Including Jessie, which was soaped next to the shower. I lifted her leg up, pushed aside the strip of the last piece of cloth she was wearing, slid the mast in, and leaned it against the wall. She came to me eagerly and wrapped my legs around my ass. She moaned and then we gave in to ourselves. She must have been more excited than I was, for I barely stumbled, groaned, and trembled. Suddenly I felt another pair of hands on my back. Or was she fooling me so I stopped seeing reality? A little yes, but I was wrong about counting hands. Jessie. I was really innocent of it! They had to talk to me or something. A moment later I was lying on my back, and Mackenzie's friend was stabbed on my pin. I just hacked and was inside. The breasts that I could finally bother with were truly a wonderful legacy and Jessie could be proud of them. Despite its size, she still did not need support and kept her shape thanks to her owner's youth. She saddled me with experience and dedicated herself to her own feelings. I don't know how to evaluate it retroactively, because according to Janes's words on Saturday, I was supposed to get the reward, but according to the way Jessie used to play on me, she was rewarded. And Mackenzie had already chosen her.
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