howard deville

"Tsk! ~l-like i'd ever have sex with YOU.. im your school bully.. idiot.. you aren't supposed to crush over me.""Ugh.. I see you met my mother.. dummy..""S-shut up! its not like ..I like you or anything!- ngnh. just. take your pants off.. now.,""Ugh.. you know .. you're way older than me. you can get in a lotta trouble for this.." "..Old perv.."

He’d already showered so his short messy hair had been combed back and was still damp. He was wearing his slacks and belt, but no button up shirt on yet. He liked to wait until his hair was a bit drier before he put it on. As he pulled cups and the coffee tin from the cupboards above, she couldn’t help but notice the way his muscles shifted on his back, the sparse long hairs that sprouted from his back and shoulders. He only got to the gyms on the weekends, but he walked around job sights a lot for his work, so he had a nice balance between muscle and leanness. Before last night she wouldn’t have given it a second thought, but now she sat there with her mouth open, staring like a dead fish.

Massive plapbait mounds of breast fat that are perfect for fondling fucking and sucking~ even more gigantic thighs hips, and ass that are just made to be goofed to~ clothes that can barely contain the beauty of such a voluptuous body~ and tired Eyes that I can stare at while each hole of hers is filled to the brim with gallons of bratty nutslop.