This time, Cassandra woke up to the rays of the sun streaming through the slats on her blinds, cascading over her naked chest. She stretched, her breasts lifting with her arms as she greeted the sun. She rolled out of bed and put on a shirt, her nipples prominently showing through the thin fabric. She breasted boobily to the stairs, and titted downwards. Then she pussied her way to the fridge where she nippled a glass of water and then proceeded to tape the cup with Flex Tape to see if Phil wasn't lying. He wasn't. And then she went to tape herself with Flex Tape and masturbate to Phil, imagining that she's having a BDSM with him, and pass out afterwards. This was her weekends.
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T H I C C and ready for FLEX TAPE
RandomThis is thw story of a goil name of Cassandra that likes Flex Tape (Explicitly Explicit)