I was so sore. Sex video Or at least, I looked like I belong there. So I took it apon
myself to pack a bag and run away. It was in the evening and it had gotten dark out. I felt my asshole hugging his cock like a golf ball in a
garden hose. It continued to hurt, but it also began to feel good at the same time. You could go under santa Monica pier in those days. We lived in a Los Angeles
suburb and we spent many years going to Santa Monica on the weekends for fun on the beach and pier.
