I slowly slid out till just the tip of my shaft kept the love tunnel open. On my second thrust I buried my shaft all the way. I could feel the oil working, a cool and tingly sensation. But I was expecting tuna party the sensation, Karen wasnÕt. OOH youÕve u-used th-that O Oil again, havenÕt Y-YOU!, she stammered. I thrust long and deep, making sure the oil bathe the whole of her insides, I carried on with slow tuna party long thrust, bringing Karen to two more very noisy orgasms, before I wanted to change to an other position. I needed to see all of her young lovely body, I withdrew my tuna party shaft, from a very wet love shoot. NO NO put it back in, she screamed. ItÕs all right, IÕm just changing tuna party positions.
You've come this far, so at least check it out! Don't be such a prude! You might even catch a thrill!" Feeling flushed and sweaty, Sandy takes a big breath and crosses the threshold. She expects the interior to be criminally dark and stifling hot with hookers in fishnet sashaying from trick to trick while junkies shoot up in the corner. But instead she finds the store to be clean, air-conditioned, and brightly lit, and not a single sex fiend jumps out to rape her. In fact, the store is empty except for an older man with a bad cough who's reading a magazine behind the counter. He doesn't look up, and Sandy quickly scans the place. It looks like an ordinary newsstand with tuna party magazines and colorful boxes lining the walls.