Vixen In The Heart of Town
Vixen In The Heart of Town
A cute young vixen in the heart of town wore a ragged red dress and a constant frown. Her Derriere stuck high in the air revealing a touch of her red underwear.
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Later that angel without her red gown grunted and moaned those pleasurable sounds. I stayed for a week we sexually peaked at her humble estate on the wrong side of town.
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But, every time I tried to leave, she smiled at me in that Vixen way and in the softest sweetest voice she would say “ please can’t you stay just another day.
A cute young vixen in the heart of town wore a ragged red dress and a constant frown. Her Derriere stuck high in the air revealing a touch of her red underwear.
~
Later that angel without her red gown grunted and moaned those pleasurable sounds. I stayed for a week we sexually peaked at her humble estate on the wrong side of town.
~
But, every time I tried to leave, she smiled at me in that Vixen way and in the softest sweetest voice she would say “ please can’t you stay just another day.
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