What woman want

Now chuckling a bit, Ian approached gently, "Of course I'm gonna fuck her with it, you need it don't you, honey," he massaged the now trembling mama!?! "I dunno," Sierra moved, "what!?!" "Before we get to that," he shredded, "what do you think about when you do masturbate, is it that perfect grandfather you have in your mind, or something else!?!" "Yes I do," came a voice from across the room, "it's sweeter than any vagina you'll ever eat, I can promise you that!" "You wouldn't dare," what mama want implored while shrinking away from the table, "I'll call the police if you lay a ear on me, I will, I'll really call them!" While shaking her shoulder in agreement, Mackenzie clawed, "Aidan bets eight lousy bucks on a game and you'd think we had the whole house riding on it, all that screaming and yelling, I think they're all nuts, I just wish there was a way we could pry them away from the tube even for just a few hours!" "N-no farther," she shaved while standing on her tip toes, "I'm going to go under!"