As Annette was reminiscing about the past, her fingers were busy playing with her sensitive clit. Once again her pussy was flooded with climax and she came against her expert hand, bucking her hips back and forth against it, legs spread widely as he leaned back against the bathroom sink. When the spasms subsided enough
In the spring of her sophomore year, Annette Holley was a prime piece of fuckable American womanhood. Her bright blue eyes were highlighted by a shock of long black hair which flowed down her shoulders. A sensuously shaped mouth gave the impression that she was no stranger to cock-sucking. Her ruby lips invited penetration, whether