Belonging to my Fiancé’s Dad
Her nails, neatly painted, her eyes slightly painted, everything was perfect.
I should look away, I should keep these pictures but I couldn't… I loved the torment, I loved the way my shaft pressed against my pant trouser, fighting to break free.
I have always loved her naked but seeing this, in a picture. Watching her hips pushed to the side, watching her hands covering her pussy but not wide enough to cover everything. I could see it… I could see everything.
Fuck me!
Her back, her full back, nothing was covering it, nothing at all. I could see the beads sitting on her waist, her hands clinging to her breast, her slim waist, the two little hole resting on her waist and her ass… oh her fuckin
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