He drove to the closest convenience store and parked right smack in the front. He reached across me to open the door, his arm brushing against my sili...on jugs. “I’m buying.” His big black hand engulfed my breast, his long fingers squeezed and teased the silicon flesh. “Let’s go.” I stumbled out of the car, having a little trrouble getting up on my six inch spike heels, giving a sissy ho show of panty-covered ass and twat juxtaposed with huge jiggling titties. He swept me to his side, his big. Of course, the actual ownership would go to Helen. Beautiful, sick-in-the-head bitch that she was. She was a looker all right, and right now she was most probably looking at some nineteen year-old trouser snake. Another chuckle escaped him. God, he was on a roll tonight—in fact, he thought—I absolutely kill myself. Linden touched the pistol that he’d placed on the desk in front of him. It was cold—fetching him back to reality. Another swig of the Jack made him realize that he wasn’t getting as. More

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