Hippy surfer boy 1988 San diego I lived along the coastline a block from the ocean I was 73lbs,39″ tall,long blond hair,blue eyes like tons of boys in Encinitas . I had to wear a swimsuit that was very skimpy but it was hot and needed to go to the next town to my friends
Patsy didn’t know. She was too far gone to care. She opened her mouth, gobbling voraciously on Ellen’s cunt, tonguing, sucking, chewing. Ellen’s screams were beginning to penetrate her lust-sopped brain. ^^^^ “Stop! Stop!” Ellen was desperate. She jerked, twisting away from Patsy’s hungry vacuum mouth. She fell off the bale of hay. “God,” she
Patsy Sloane caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Excitement flashed back from her pretty reflection. She was fifteen, blonde, with wide innocent blue eyes and big overripe tits that made all the boys in school drool. She paced the small room, waiting, anxious. She stopped. Someone was coming! A loud knock on the
Patti Adams rolled over in bed. She blinked her eyes and squinted, the light from the window bright. She stretched, her lithe teenage body writhing erotically. She kicked the lightweight sheet from her naked body and enjoyed the warmth of the morning sun. Dropping her legs over the side of the bed, Patti stood, catching
Once apart Pop noticed Cricket’s hand shoved into her shorts. She had completely forgotten about her own hand job, so engrossed was she in her first blowjob. Noticing Pop’s stare, she looked down to where he seemed to be looking and pulled out her hand embarrassingly. Blushing, she looked back up to Pop to see