Fast asleep, Clara began to dream. Rushing, she donned her dress and mader her way to the kitchen, forgetting her panties due to her dripping pussy- it was one less piece of clothing to wash. xxx full hd Instead, it was Mr. Only slightly begrudgingly, she followed John from the kitchen to the barn. Smith would catch her and punish her with another fucking. . … Clara was screaming and moaning, John’s dick fucking her pussy thoroughly while he pawed at her tits. Instead, it was Mr. With a loud groan, she came, spilling her juice onto her sheets. Clara was wrong to assume the presence she felt was simply her imagination. Clara woke from her dream and realized how late in the morning it was becoming. John’s mind began to churn, angry with his master for telling him he was a useless prick.
