”
“How long was I out?” she asked, then looked at the clock
. I wonder what she would find if she checked your page history?”
“Oh my god, Andy, don't say anything to her, please? Okay, you were right, I was looking at porn, but no, it's not anything I'm proud of, and definitely not anything I want you to watch with me.
Young Bailando. Ahktar presented herself to her son, kneeling before him submissively, her head bowed; from behind lowered lashes, she'd seen him staring at her body as the light had shone through her practically transparent gown as she'd entered the chamber, and she'd smiled to herself. He slapped her face and sliced her feet from under her, and then he pinned her face-down, flattening her breasts on the tiled floor, his penis pressed against the cheeks of her rounded bottom, and she wriggled herself against it provocatively and looked at him over her shoulder
”
“How long was I out?” she asked, then looked at the clock
. I wonder what she would find if she checked your page history?”
“Oh my god, Andy, don't say anything to her, please? Okay, you were right, I was looking at porn, but no, it's not anything I'm proud of, and definitely not anything I want you to watch with me.
Young Bailando. Ahktar presented herself to her son, kneeling before him submissively, her head bowed; from behind lowered lashes, she'd seen him staring at her body as the light had shone through her practically transparent gown as she'd entered the chamber, and she'd smiled to herself. He slapped her face and sliced her feet from under her, and then he pinned her face-down, flattening her breasts on the tiled floor, his penis pressed against the cheeks of her rounded bottom, and she wriggled herself against it provocatively and looked at him over her shoulder
”
“How long was I out?” she asked, then looked at the clock
. I wonder what she would find if she checked your page history?”
“Oh my god, Andy, don't say anything to her, please? Okay, you were right, I was looking at porn, but no, it's not anything I'm proud of, and definitely not anything I want you to watch with me.
Young Bailando. Ahktar presented herself to her son, kneeling before him submissively, her head bowed; from behind lowered lashes, she'd seen him staring at her body as the light had shone through her practically transparent gown as she'd entered the chamber, and she'd smiled to herself. He slapped her face and sliced her feet from under her, and then he pinned her face-down, flattening her breasts on the tiled floor, his penis pressed against the cheeks of her rounded bottom, and she wriggled herself against it provocatively and looked at him over her shoulder
