“Because you’re not a wetback bitch, are you?”
She shook her head. The bi-racial girl had sweet features, but why did she have to spend so much time talking about her business plan? XXX The sweet-faced bitch was already bent over the low counter of the bar, her rump pointed right at me, her shaved pussy framed between her sleek thighs. Then she looked at me, brow furrowed. To star in a naughty film about my own life. They crashed together, rippling as she put her all into disciplining Essence. “I’m so sorry, Rosalía!” gasped Mollie. My anger swelled for fake bitch as I advanced on her, rope sliding between closed hands. They were cuffed together, the Hispanic woman squirming and moaning as she devoured Essence’s pussy. “Now you were an interviewer that knew what you wanted.”
She gave me a saucy grin as I played with her knee.
