Elegantly configured stockings, garters and belt, a barely semi-containing strapless bra, she even still wore her (veil-free) bridal headpiece. And every bit of the creamy unblemished skin left bare was innocent of any scars, tan-lines, tattoos or piercings anywhere, making for an unbearably appealing contrast to her marked-up, extensively modified duplicate. She’d even taken those sexy panties off and…
HOLY s**t WHAT THE BLOODY-ASS f**k WAS THAT?!!!!!!!!!
Jay lurched against his cuffs, utterly involuntarily.
In the extremity of his shocked distress, the first thing that came into his head was a question: was this the answer to Julia’s notorious frigidity? Was she not asexual but instead intersexual, born a hermaphrodite and understandably too ashamed to display it? But no, that was sil
