It was a servant, holding Finn’s saddle bags. Amateur sex It was a servant, holding Finn’s saddle bags. ————————————————–
Mattigan Eyr, troubadour and ladies’ man extraordinaire dismounted his chestnut steed and handed the reins to the page whom had approached him upon their arrival. Matt glanced over to his companion who had just left the saddle of his black stallion. All the more fun for him, and of course, less fun for her. Producing a pipe from one of his numerous pouches and filling it with tobacco, Matt flopped into the armchair with a satisfied sigh. You can have her mouth. He pushed his lips onto hers and, though she continued to fight him, forced her mouth open to accept his tongue, devouring her mouth and crushing her ample breasts with his hands
