Languages: English / Español
Location: Colombia
Body Decorations: Tattoos & Piercings
Smokes/Drinks: Yes
Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans
Age: 21
Body Type: Petite
Can tell by the sound of the dance it arouses you even more. It is so much more alive! You feel so alive when you dance. The music in the car is so different.So when you walk home, it excites you even more.Sometimes its just so much more alive.As you look in the back seat,you can see how wet the top is.What a crazy dress you must have gotten some new panties made for me. The most recent ones I bought a month ago. I think my knees are acting up.Why don't you get on your hands and knees and crawl up there.Open your mouth wide and you'll see.And remember,you're only 50 feet from the finish. Lose your mind! I don't care if you stink. It just makes the ride more enjoyable. Some would say that the music drives the cars,but I say that's bullsh*t. The only reason I get off on it is because the drivers are so nice. They're always talking about the music or the walk in the park. And everyone has an honest appraisal of the scenery,or the person within. Sometimes its just a case of people telling me about themselves.
Getting to know people. Having a good time.And I'm not even real here. There's no job. Nothing here for a living. I drove for a few blocks. One of my neighbors down in Mississippi once said that I was the happiest driver in the country. And I've always believed that. But there's a catch. You have to commit crimes to pay the rent. And if you don't, well, it's not that great a job. And as I look at the street that lies between the car and the sidewalk, I wonder about that catch.Some say its poetic, others that say it's tragic. I don't really believe either.
I've committed crimes my entire life. And the fact that I've been able to pay my debts says as much about my character as the clothes that I drive. But the part of me that drives the van that I built a part of me craves the attention of the men who work there. And I got this gig because of my desperate need to experience the real world. But I soon realize there's no career lined up in my field. And the gig got cancelled. I figure that's enough of a lesson for the evening. But my mind is reeling with thoughts of not taking the gig again. Or maybe I should just get lost. When you pull into the parkinglot of the restaurant where we had dinner...I can't help but get wet. The music isn't what it is at the club. It's much louder..
This he does by making her sit on my face both almost at the same strip club.
Oh glory be, this compilation has more nut than ever before, load after load down the back of her head.
She loves sex as much as she can until she cums see her do all of that she will suck and fuck with a hot hunk before getting his ass fucked with a strap-on.