Cochonnerie Campagnarde

Her panties, her Goths, her bra!

But that's not possible!

Same frequency, same damn pilot, little bitch!

She leaves everything lying around.

And her panties, her round!

She puts on the blood.

But I didn't think at her age.

It smells like this, it smells like ass, it smells like heat.

It makes me want to do this.

Um, it makes me wet too!

If Augustus' dick was that hard all the time!

Um, that would be good.

That's not the gap!

Hmm!

Hmm!

I sneak into my room.

Oh, yes, it's beautiful.

I'm fine on my own.

Oh, yeah.

Ah.

Ah.

Yes, yes.

I can't believe my old son of a bitch Augustus is doing so much shit with Martine.

Oh! Oh!

The older I get, the more I want to get fucked.

It's true that Augustus' dick is not bad, but it's that little bitch Martine taking advantage.

If I could have a tail like that, so long and hard.

Oh boy, that would be good.

Oh, boy, I feel like I'm wet.

'Cause it's quiet when the old lady's not around.

Good morning. Augustus!

Hello, Martine!

I'll do the windows. You don't mind, sir. Augustus?

No, do Martine, on the contrary!

You like it, Mr. Auguste, when I do the windows when you read your paper.

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