“Okay, Heather, you weren’t lying. You really can ride my cock with that narrow ass of yours,” he said.
“Y-yeah. I told… told you,” she said as he continued to pound away at her ass from below. “S-so? Do we have… have a deal?”
“Hm? Yeah, sure. Your daughter can have the role of tree number five instead of tree number four. I’ll be over the rest of the year to fuck your ass every night.”
“Yes!”
“Don’t know why it’s that important though. Neither has lines…”
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