I like to imagine her sucking on my cock.”
“Haha, no way, dude. Does it happen often?”
Amy rolled her eyes then twirled her hands. XXX Any attention was unwanted. With a pondering Jeremy watching her exposed parts, Amy continued to get ghost-fucked on his couch. Real hope. There are a lot of fucking ghosts out there, like a shit-ton of ghosts. She wiped the cloudy liquid from her chin with her stained sleeve and swallowed the source of her leak in an open-mouthed gulp. Yes, mouth stuck open, only speaking one or two words between swallows, always shifting in her chair, frequently wincing, and walking like she had a stick up her ass… On shaky legs, she shambled from lamp post to lamp post, stopping at each one for a break of internal screaming. How many do you reckon there are? It’s… it’s quite strange indeed.
