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Rubberslut 2
Rubberslut, Part 2 Eleven "You can't go home now," Bambi said, strutting beautiful and menacing. Master Dave was in the corner, sipping a brandy snifter of all things, attenuated. She was in glory of dress, and I was enthralled. But very frightened. She wore a micro, and stockings showed, and the high heels were high and pink, like the stockings, and her pussy was moist, dripping. Her bra was strange, for it was like a shelf laying her beautiful breasts out sumptuously on a...