But by then, it was too late. XXX This isn’t photography!” She stopped at calling Griff a bad name. Her cunt turned first deep pink, and then red, and then developed streaks of purple on the round hill of her pussy mound. Griff chuckled again and ignored her question as he rolled off the gyno chair and began to unfasten her. “It’s time for clean up,” Marie announced cheerily. The screams alternated with crying and deep moans that seemed to issue from her soul. “And you’ve enjoyed my touching you, haven’t you?” he asked, running his warm dry hand over her exposed inner thigh. “Ssshh now, honey child. He grinned devilishly and mounted her once again.
