I hadn’t even realised I was sweating at this point, my shirt clinging to me, dust tickling my nostrils and filth from the shaft streaking down my skin. “Pills?” there, almost innocently, sat bags upon bags of white pills. Xxx hot Her shirt buttons melting away as more and more of that luscious body came uncovered. Her shirt buttons melting away as more and more of that luscious body came uncovered. My breath prattled around the claustrophobic shaft, almost unconsciously I slid my hand down freeing my swollen cock. I stumbled in to Art “fashionably” late, strolling in to the large almost museum like room, with its dark mahogany furnishings and it busts of long dead poets and scholars.
