. “Abigail!” Damien howled and pulled at the chains. But where are her panties?
Sweat beaded the priest's forehead Read more He was chiseled from stone, the type of man that would grace a Harlequin romance.
She lays on her back looking up at him but he shakes his head no. Then pressing her face down into the mattress he rubs & squeezes her perfect ass and pussy