Cast: Molly, the Anvil
Genres: PAIN PLAY, Torture

Okay, so I been watching her animal play night, watching the gold light of her window streaming into darkness, and the shadows that crawl along the roofline. But this babe was the one that come on to me, all prettified in that short adult baby suit showing her mangos round and pointy and heavy, the twitch of that saucy wazoo leaving a trail of snatch so thick, a stud receives lost in a fog, can't keep his mind where it belongs. She was the devil clothed like a doxy. She might of looked like the angel next door, but this babe weren't no thing but a slut. And final night, this babe stood thrash in front of the window, lifting her slide over her head. Her fingers, these admirable, tender stems, unhooked her brassiere. The belts slid down slow, like a fantasy u been guzzling and just like that, you're falling down drunk, you're whiskey blind with how u can watch her in your head, her pussy, her warm muff, nipps, silhouette of the moon. She plays with her teats, her meatballs white, half-shadowed. Her body writhes. That girl's fire in the face hole, a double glug of white lightening banging like a jack hammer on the back of your skull. Temptation. You got to kill it, got to put it away somewhere's so it don't acquire u. See, I'm a God‹fearing guy. So it had to be done. And like I told, this babe come on to me. She stood stripped, pressing her love melons and snatch right against that window, and I saw her like a steam, like a mist flowing out into the night. And her eyes fixed on mine, these darksome devil eyes.

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