She moves closer to his stone hard chest her mini short skirt already down her toes. Her thighs go wet with the juice from her core. His gaze is so powerful she nonresistantly rain on herself. She cant even eait to taste his hot mouth she wants him in her body to strokeher till she forgets they are on funeral memorial of her gone husband.
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