Leanne let me have her whenever I wished and I stupidly thought that that meant she was in love with me, or something. Leanne was the kind of girl who would not only find that fellow intensely boring but would end up dating the drug addict that stole his Porsche. xxx hd I think it was another ego trip for her that she could pleasure a lover that way, but that was okay. “Say what?”
“Say IT…!”
I just looked at her. The pictures in my album marked as “Leanne” are of Vancouver Model “Amanda”. Tears trickled down her face and dripped off the tip of her cute nose. I lay on top of her, not moving and unsure of myself but still wanting to cuddle. I finally came inside her as I whispered “Ohhhhh…Leeee. . …anne!”
She told her friends that. . …how I would whisper romanticly “Ohhhhh. . …Leeee. . . …annnnnnnnne!” each time I came.
