“You’re not eating?” I questioned
. We pulled over in his black Lexus GS300, in front of what seemed to be a church revival under a tent, and I removed my shirt exposing my perky 36DDD’s (homegrown might I add), grabbing one in my hand, twisting my nipple, hardening it, giving it the appearance of a Hershey’s Kiss.
. You can fuck me. I sat there quietly amused that I'd just joined the mile-high club - solo division
“You’re not eating?” I questioned
. We pulled over in his black Lexus GS300, in front of what seemed to be a church revival under a tent, and I removed my shirt exposing my perky 36DDD’s (homegrown might I add), grabbing one in my hand, twisting my nipple, hardening it, giving it the appearance of a Hershey’s Kiss.
. You can fuck me. I sat there quietly amused that I'd just joined the mile-high club - solo division
“You’re not eating?” I questioned
. We pulled over in his black Lexus GS300, in front of what seemed to be a church revival under a tent, and I removed my shirt exposing my perky 36DDD’s (homegrown might I add), grabbing one in my hand, twisting my nipple, hardening it, giving it the appearance of a Hershey’s Kiss.
. You can fuck me. I sat there quietly amused that I'd just joined the mile-high club - solo division
