Just imagine her lying on a bed of rose petals, nicely scrubbed, powdered and smelling of Chanel No.5, with fig leaves covering her beautifully manicured bush and balanced precariously on her erect nipples.
'Do you want to play?' she coos, her pupils dilating, lips swelling and legs crossing suggestively
What red blooded man wouldn't get down on that fine Italian ass and smash her fucking backdoors in??? Fuck me, even Julian Clarey would ask his life partner for a hall pass
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