Mia Stone in
I
was looking at a painting catalog when an old friend came to my
mind. He was a strange artist with strange wishes. He loved to
watch me masturbating, more than anything else. He loved it when
I pulled strings and cords between my thighs and they tickled
the pink and wet skin of my cunt. I started to play with myself,
just as if he was still watching me... |
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