Traci s Long Weekend
Frank's tongue stabbed frantically into Traci's mouth. He was a sloppy kisser, but Traci's attention wasn't on his saliva soaked lips and tongue. For the tenth time in the last five minutes Frank's fingers tentatively stroked her breast. Traci adroitly slid her arm inside his and pushed it away. Frank sat back in his car seat and whined, "Ah come on Traci, at least let me play with your tits." "Why are you so fixated on my breasts?" she asked. "Hell girl, they're like a third...