In only a few moments Izabel was looking down at Charlie, nestled between her thick golden thighs, his eyes vibrant under his tousel of short hair
. Charlie felt a heat deep within him, a building sensation of pleasure stacking on pleasure, one he hadn't felt in a long time. He had to admit, virtually every woman he saw was drop dead gorgeous, but he felt like he'd already climbed that mountain and found the perfection that was the Brazillian goddess Izabel perched at its peak
. . He uncovered his massive hard on again, and started rubbing in on his arm (yes, on his arm
In only a few moments Izabel was looking down at Charlie, nestled between her thick golden thighs, his eyes vibrant under his tousel of short hair
. Charlie felt a heat deep within him, a building sensation of pleasure stacking on pleasure, one he hadn't felt in a long time. He had to admit, virtually every woman he saw was drop dead gorgeous, but he felt like he'd already climbed that mountain and found the perfection that was the Brazillian goddess Izabel perched at its peak
. . He uncovered his massive hard on again, and started rubbing in on his arm (yes, on his arm
In only a few moments Izabel was looking down at Charlie, nestled between her thick golden thighs, his eyes vibrant under his tousel of short hair
. Charlie felt a heat deep within him, a building sensation of pleasure stacking on pleasure, one he hadn't felt in a long time. He had to admit, virtually every woman he saw was drop dead gorgeous, but he felt like he'd already climbed that mountain and found the perfection that was the Brazillian goddess Izabel perched at its peak
. . He uncovered his massive hard on again, and started rubbing in on his arm (yes, on his arm
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