Jessica s Dream Life
The ground on her palms felt soft and moisty; Jessica was on her four, as usual, but this time her arms and legs were tied in place. A fresh apple was in her mouth as a gag-ball; she felt like little more than a roast, a piece of meat, and that made her shiver with delight. Footsteps: it was Roger. Her husband walked up to her and she smiled, awaiting the delicious intercourse that was about to happen. He pulled out his massive organ, heavy and fuming with desire, but something went horribly...