Sugar

Sugar

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MatureOngoing<5 mins

Last published Sat, Apr 15, 2017

ancient candy deal magic sweet

Sugar, spice and everything nice. ______________________________ Roll, roll, cut, twist, dip, stick, place. Roll, roll, cut, twist, dip, stick, place. Roll, roll, cut, twist, dip, stick, place Roll, roll, cut, twi-FUCK IT! No matter how much I concentrate on making my sprinkled, strawberry 'n' lime sherbet, gobble-bobble balls, Bitterstick over there will still look hot as fuck. With his dark hair. And his dark eyes. And his likable collarbones. And his delicious tail. And his sexy horns... Tail?? Horns?? "GOD DAMN IT, BITTERSTICK!I SAID NO MAGIC IN THE SHOP, HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU NOT TO USE MAGIC IN THE SHOP, YOU CAN USE IT IN BED, YOU CAN USE IT AT HOME BUT NOT IN THE SHOP!" He stopped from bending over to pick-up the chocolate chip box. NO! Don't stop that ass is beautiful, I rarely see it because I'm usually pinned against the wall, getting his dick shoved up my vagina. But I do get to feel it. Mhmmmm. As if sensing my thoughts he bends down again, his tail flicking, his excitement showing, that sweet ass...I prefer the front though... "Are you gonna keep thinking about my dick or are you gonna come over here so you can suck me off". Oh hell yes. I'll kick him later for using magic in my shop. _______________________________ Started: 26/12/16

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