Can't Get a Good Whore Down
A couple weeks ago, I fell at the beach and severely sprained my left foot. The ankle was okay, thank God, but the foot was black and green with one broken toe and possibly broken metatarsels (my mother insists but I'm not convinced; yet there is still a huge, hard bump on the top of the foot like something broke and fused all funky). We'll never know for sure because I don't have insurance and didn't go to the hospital; unless the bone is poking out of my skin, I'd rather spend the money on designer handbags.
Point being! The morning after mashing up my foot I was still unable to walk and yet found the strength to lay on my back with my knees next to my ears and take a good ass fucking from The Boyfriend (nee The Artist).
Neither sprain nor pain will keep me from a some anal penetration.
Point being! The morning after mashing up my foot I was still unable to walk and yet found the strength to lay on my back with my knees next to my ears and take a good ass fucking from The Boyfriend (nee The Artist).
Neither sprain nor pain will keep me from a some anal penetration.
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