Body Politic 6
Libby Manning didn’t leave me waiting long. I was bent over the sofa, my evening dress up around my waist. I felt the tip of her dildo pressing against my lips gently, her hands on my arse. She stroked my backside and ran her hands over me, up my flanks under the dress and held my hips as she entered me.Slowly, she pushed into me, restraining me from pushing back onto her and millimeter by millimeter I could feel her deeper and deeper. When her hips were touching me she stopped and remained...
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