The twinge returns to Roger’s loins. It will be a long day. Such mental torment. Such physical trauma.
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The Treadmill
Sweat brings a fine sheen to Lilly’s glorious golden flesh. Roger watches entranced as the basement lights seem to make her wondrous form glow. His libido is aflame. One hundred ten pounds of well sculpted feminine flesh performs before him. Step after step, Lilly perfects perfection. Each footfall brings a delightful bounce to the huge breasts. A nearly equivalent lustful sight is the buttocks. Roger moves about to observe from one position then another, deciding which angle best arouses.
All!
His pierced p***s engorges. The swollen tip fights the Prince Albert ring, permanently trapped in being secured to Miss Margie’s guiche piercing. Such a diabolical modificat
