Mitzy‘s agent quickly realised the potential for “Fuckdancing with the stars” as a pay TV show as Mitzy shouted “You ripped my dress off remember.”
Boris looked distraught and Mitzy almost felt sorry for him, but there was other guys to ball and she hoped he dad was keeping records of who to bill, because she didn’t speak the lingo. The city was almost deserted everyone seemed glued to their TVs or lining the streets from the Palace to the Cathedral for today Prince Boris was to marry and they were to have a new princess who would one day be their queen. Prince Boris is actually whipping Mitzy Fucksalot on the steps of the Cathedral!” Ralph Burgundy announced to several hundred public broadcasting viewers across the rust belt of the USA, “Bob Googleheim is at the ceremony, is this a publicity stunt Bob?”
Bob reluctantly turned to camera as Boris reached across and ripped Mitzy’s G string clean off her. “Goddamnit!” she exclaimed and she packed her suitcase and caught the early morning train across the border and hopped on the first plane back to the USA. “No, of course not,” Boris replied, “We need the money but if your blow jobs are as good as in the movies I’m sure we will rub along just fine!”
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