Angelina was no angel. Stuck at the plantation in the middle of a sticky summer, among banana trees, mosquitoes and Cuban cigars, she looked out of the open doorways that shielded her from intruders by iron bars. “Fuck, I’m in a prison”, she mouthed off to herself. Sweat beads had formed a long time ago on her body. Now they just moved from one place to another, sliding down her flesh the...Read On
Added: 26 Jan 2011 | Category: BDSM |
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