tyrian callows

Me convincing young studs to use my mouth as a sex toy and fuck my throat until they whimper and cover my tongue with their load~son are you peeing? let me in~!come on son~ let me in~ its just mommy~ let me in son~POV I am your daughter and I came home drunk,Lara has improved so much from a strong bitchy tomb raider to dumb slutty eyecandy ever since that curse/hypnosis <3

Our pasts burden us with guilt but bless us with knowledge, so that we can ensure that we and those around us don’t make the same mistakes, and help those who do make those mistakes learn and grow to be better people. Even if there is no way to truly repent for our crimes, to make up for what we’ve done, that doesn’t mean we should ever stop trying.

One day she definitely knew the effect she had on me, even if she hadn’t before. I was writing an essay on The Grapes of Wrath and asked Mrs. B when she came by if a word was spelled correctly. She leaned over, her silky red hair brushing against my cheek and her breast lay against my left shoulder. My cock stiffened instantly—and uncomfortably. Without thinking, I reflexively reached down and maneuvered my throbbing dick into a more comfortable position. It did create a sizable tent pole in my pants that I tried to push down and hide, which only drew attention to my crotch. Mrs. B blushed noticeably, stood up while stifling a laugh and muttered an apology.