Mandal, allowed her legs to fall to the side, exposing that pink lasered cunt.
OH SHE WAS GOOD.
OBA swallowed, blinked, her eyes riveted on her new girlfriends Platinum silver wedge. Mandal, pouted, looked like a broken fawn.
Both sets, green, black locked, loaded on each other. Allowing a breath of excited air to escape her lungs, Mandal reached forward, touched the strident scars on Oba’s face. Thinking that they were beautiful, she murmured.
“They are lovely.”
Oba, s****l energy tilting, leered at Mandal’s greens, (She often wore contacts, green to blue, blue to green) small face which was also scarred, light ski trails, both gals got it, pain, it can be marvelous at times. Mandal had told her once, when she was a thief, a w***e, a hitter, she had paid a man to beat her, just to re
