The Thunder Ball

Jim needed no further bidding and Belinda shed her dress as a lizard would shed its scales. She sat on top of his king-sized cock. Fucking him for all she was worth. Oh how she did enjoy being back in Texas. With the might of an Olympic rower Jim pulled Belinda towards him and back. It is a nightmare to get essence out of Matt Vanished floorboards. I feel like everyone at the wedding will be like those really awful pictures you see of people cowering from Vesuvius Like Dante's Peak.