Oreo La Peachierino

Oreo La Peachierino

Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

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Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

Summary

She traveled all over the continent Peachierino on the outskirts on Portofino with her boiling on fire cappuccinos. He was the expert like the expeditions he could be sadistic at times he loved to cream her another link on the website the Oreo to find the ripest fruits of the world but she knew better. Her insides told her better. He was the Master of all erotic fruit...It doesn't take a sex critic to fuck up with all her money loot.She loved to climax and explore with different swingers and fruit galore.

Summary

She traveled all over the continent Peachierino on the outskirts on Portofino with her boiling on fire cappuccinos. He was the expert like the expeditions he could be sadistic at times he loved to cream her another link on the website the Oreo to find the ripest fruits of the world but she knew better. Her insides told her better. He was the Master of all erotic fruit...It doesn't take a sex critic to fuck up with all her money loot.She loved to climax and explore with different swingers and fruit galore.

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Submitted: May 25, 2017

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Submitted: May 25, 2017

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How Penelope peeled off her gloves, seductively amused then she gave Damien his gift. His face was sexier than her peach plump full lips.He was the game of piquet looking through the ladies lips peach tone with there smells of fruit on their I phone he went with his hole in one perfect shot delicately pink peaches. Her happy face in the middle creamy Oreo was the height he deepened her juiciest sided. How she hit the ceiling. She was very well guided. Her kiss tasted of sweetness and spice. Sipping her words they were juicy with his cappuccino. She was thinking too much her fruit of ecstasy but loved to flirt.They were doing a movie shoot with who else but Mr. Tarantino.That erotic movie heated up like Juicy Lovers Jupiter he licked her like a  "Devil Dog" with her creams all the way up to her edges. She was in her height wanting to be licked like a whip cream peach. He had a fetish for Peaches and her name was the perfect Peachierino.

What a divine but he was heavy hearted. She was the intelligently one get the party started.There was too many bruised leftover beaten up peaches. He needed to find the ripe oversexed but still a virgin.Looking up at the sky all Madonna going mad those sexual creatures they needed to be peachier to a preacher. So peachy lust creaming her was such indulging a must Peachierino. She loved to travel all over the coast Portofino. She was the hot heels she should crush the pavements, Princess, she loved to beg him like his forever mistress.How he peels her off and she spreads her pearly passion potion.”Quite appetizingly so precisely he should be the spice, not the bad apple she loved to wrestle have so good to Tackle. Her hot gaze peach-pleasurable lips required he was the most beguiling man He turned into one of her avenues biggest fan peaches begs and pleas. All paw tricks cheetah stretch feeling superior. He kept saying I will make you happy later. Your not my mother superior How the men devoured me “I Apple” please phone we on my peach sexy dimple there’s no competition.

Pop singers super bowl how staged Madonna rebels to preach. His hand’s best man material she was angelic and love realistic.We need a good remix the computer it clicks. I dropped everything to see her the most important appointment she’s ripe so decadence he feels those satin covers. Going up Park Avenue that review what juicy buns of the eye hue trails she smells richer fire-lit fondue.

Hot peach continues. She was in bedtime mood.All she can think of is him and her peaches. He became her treat of the Midsection.I needed to Peach him I needed to be with him on 42nd Street rainbow somewhere you had to be there. The light camera they were juicing up love I can get good feel satisfaction.Walking on Times Square like a peach of hearts how he breaks them. He’s like the Monk Preacher no art show went spiritual feeling out of the pictures dripping touch. Like an outside the peach tree experience.It was not an untrue observation how things were ripening all in the happening. She saw too many so many men happening hooked on Peachierino. She got booked Juicy Lovers Jupiter face accomplished short to the point but the Juicy actress.She felt the warmth of peach smells is that love crime.Everyone was into Coconut put the lime in the de coconut I gather have peaches bit the Men’s game of the breeches, Peachierino so graceful at times like the French ballerina. They would never deny her promiscuous and their lips all the men and the King card and horses they loved the cream of the crop Oreos delicious.Are we playing for keeps like she’d been tricked into her peach game? His eyes sparkled as wickedly as a spanking watching him shuffle made her mouth dry. His fingers exposed her peach perfection card.She forgot to breathe his knob of flesh clenched his large sexy stalk this wasn’t Jack or John he was the next best thing. How he thrust real deep overboard she needed to sip her hot flavor coffee Stay juicy she was Goth Vixen.”He said did you enjoy my cock inside .” it still burns but I have something to juice it up meet Peachierino it was another entry so hot.I thnk they would say it’s a fitting finale he was still like juicy fruit blender he loved his guitar the cool song with juice she had that peach and his cream smile. Well back to school I need to do one last Romance but nothing is ever final.School out no tests.Just get me my lover with the juice kicker.

 

 

 

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