Pilladas Agatha
By 11:30 we’re both a bit tipsy but not drunk off our asses. Billy grunted with each blast, Cali fisting him as he spurted more and more. “You didn’t deserve what he was doing to you. Once we crossed the meadow and entered the forested area, the air temperature dropped like a rock as our rate of travel increased to a more reasonable puta twenty miles per hour.