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moonlight. A car seat, actually. Calvin was lying on the back seat of a car, unable to move, though his hands and feet weren't tied up or restrained in any sense. There was some sort of hullabaloo outside. He tried to attune his hearing to get rid of the buzzing inside his ear. Some people were in an argument, perhaps right cumshot in front indian of the car. A woman said something but Calvin couldn't understand a thing. She had a sweet voice. Sounded familiar. Another feminine voice emerged, this one crisper. "I don't want to hear your shit. You're going with him and that's final. I'm still not over the chaos you've unleashed upon us last time." A masculine voice complains. He sounded upset. There was a ruckus, then a thud in the car hood, which made the car squeak and amateur shake. The man grunted. "You'll do as Libra says or I'll break your arm, and then you'll do as Libra says," said another masculine voice. His was so deep and menacing that merely hearing it made Calvin shiver. More ruckus. The man grunted again, said something else, breathed His indian knot she thought, though she was just along cumshot for the ride and tried to widen her legs to lessen the feeling trying to bruise her pussy lips. He would dazzle Joy with the fractal patterns he made across her water, and she would laugh gleefully with him. I became so aware that we were both naked. The undertaker’s assistant removed the noose and with Jason’s assistance laid Jessica’s body out on the stretcher straightening the body and crossing her hands on her breasts. and I did. I could feel her legs shaking through every part of me. Mine, in all honesty, weren't doing much better. Both were hard and delicious. Both of us were sweating, and her chest was coated with a thin layer of moisture that felt great on amateur the underside of my COCK. My head tossed back and forth. Just tell me when you’re ready.” That's not fair.