While she had stepped through the hallway “Honey Hanna” she slipped when he was greasing his car no one plays her for the fool. She kissed him on his Italian lips how he drooled. She was kneeling her buttocks raised on the ground he tasted her coconut oil mound. He was dripping all over her marble floor. Another fuck player came to the door. His liquid splattered. Like the Tuscany sunshine liquid juiced but she needed more to be quenched and love you need to earn it. But so many forms of her body felt twisted and somehow she wanted more sucking and widely she shafted into him to be enhanced slaving. She kept her head down on him sexy bee glove.

Her bees nest had a hot order of men. She had so many what’s a Porn bee to do appointments?? What sexual advancements. She got pinched by multiple men inside her body.  She was hearing the buzzing hot melody. The long thick flesh vagina collapse. The heat multiplied and stained how he pinched her cheeks. She almost had a relapse. She jerked him harder what a  release. Dimity blew out his match he plunged inside she said more please dangerously. She flicked him a gaze under her fringe feather tip eyelash. She tied him up with her leather thick strap. She was way on top having the whole cravat in her mouth and the whole cockpit staying not going South. What a tip on ice showing her PORN Bee sensual lips. How he loved to feather her most expensive “Olive Oil” her insides got saturated best soil. Like a blunt instrument went like a swarm of bees stung her vagina. He was starved. He slanted her body like the Italian Piza.

She sharply inhaled all the honey on his hard and deep dimensions. The heat seared her skin love of her life sex mission. He was catching her porn bee sting. She can see his penis he’s emptying his fluids so ingenious she is sexy savvy and her waves on the shore he devours her to never pull his cravat away. He’s sprinkled with her erotic lips and her rivals. Hanna tastes his salt heating through the slick head skidded like skittle she felt the fine thread of tension her legs wrapped olive oil greased him. A clear stream of lubrication. How it steamed over him. She had the engorged honey bee crown beat vibration. She did not remember Dimity being this large crowd of dominating two years ago. Her breath felt sucked out what an ego screams so loud inside her lungs.  She got hot for an infinitesimal moment in her thongs.  The phone rings.

She thinks and ignores it She opened her mouth wide like the “Napa Valley” he tunneled inside her rose suckle, honey. Her Amber eye’s how he got erect near her face. She said to make my clitoris harder put me more in place. She said the same way you were made grinding pushing in hard. What was the honey blossom about the groundhog day he was eating her juices not to hide every day..”When I do you to suckle the best parts and drips. The honey spilled yellow aura painting her vagina lips. He had these honey brown filled eyes she gulped him olive oil down. The most expensive chosen one dark place in town. She kept clenching onto him to never leave her. The same way a bee seduces its mates he would want to leave the nest. She feeds on so many like its porn candy. She felt the beeswax the sex key fit she was prepared whenever he wanted her. He moved her to his hot spot to sit. His hot hard fingers honed her nipples. His married pants slit. He was caught in her deep throat.

Thank god for the fifty shades deeper Kelly girl green Ireland grass so soiled with their juicy art splats sexually active like Cheetah cats. But like a marathon sex racer, he was high with semen turned into a skydiver all for the 69 positions of her Karat gold honey lips displayed he tripped his desirable coat. She was bathed her body was full of Olive oil bee clover nest. He tasted hot and wet at his very best did she lose her touch and the bet. His dark honey eyes he was starving for her. All in touch hands like a simple press “Hmm…”  more arousing sex killer dress like sex orders. Maybe he was wrong she is far from simple lingerie he hooked onto her garters. She the Sunflower pulling the weeds out erotic go garden he’s the sex thumb shades of honey plants. bees were spilling their dripping honey. He needed more of her hungry moans. sweet curves in gloriously bottled details She screams I’m not your honey. Everyone was opening up her emails. What a boob honey bee of enhancement I’m valuable now. I worked for my golden hands so hard she had such a way with advancements.