Platinum-Blonde nubile Dido Angel slipping on a pecker
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She sensed lonely... she constantly perceived that way. An older record hummed noiseless blues, that fitted well to her mood. That was her life... a lengthy, melancholic wait inbetween the moments of gusto that she spent with the Guy she luved. His fumble on her velvety flesh, the pulsating hard-on inwards her made her leave behind her loneliness... until He left again, making the doll wait for the next time.