I'm sure that you can tell that I work out. I like the gym. Mostly because it's crammed with sizzling gals like the one I have for you today. She said she was a individual trainer, and I believe her. She had a cock-squeezing, rock hard, muscled build. She was attempting to sell some kind of workout rig. I got her to demonstrate me some routines on the apparatus. Truly, I just dreamed to check out her figure, particularly dat booty. She didn't have the guidelines for the thing, so I told her that I would buy the chunk of poop if she would host an spontaneous instructional vid. Of course Billy was getting too close with the camera and making inappropriate comments, but she was sniggering it off, so I took it farther. I suggested her more currency to do the movie in the naked. That's when things got real sumptuous scorching, and Billy got even creepier. Ya can't blame Billy for being Billy, but I did send him out of the supermarket. I did kinda want to get this lovely sport dame alone anyways. By the time she was done with her bare work out, my fuckpole was additional rock-hard, and there was no point in attempting to lurk it. She accepted a monatary suggest to deepthroat my sausage, but I'm sure she would have done it for free-for-all. I wonder if all gym rats can give a gargle job as excellent as her. I nailed the crap out of her taut coochie. I think all of that teaching revved this doll into a plumb machine. You're not gonna believe the size of the facial cumshot I busted the vixen with. But, in true gonzo pawn fashion, I had to rush her out. I don't need no lingers coming back, if ya know what I mean. Love.