บท 8: Shopping For Pretty Girls
Naruto trundled around the room with a clear hangover, navigating slowly in assembling his clothes and then heading for the shower. Hinata remained firmly planted at the edge of the bed as he did, paying him minimal attention as she instead bombarded her lover with texts.
"Uhm…" Naruto began exceedingly slowly. "...Do you know where my shoes are?"
"I'm going to see if Bolt's ready." The navy-haired milf didn't bother answering her confused husband. He was two feet from the shoes but completely blind to them, padding around in his stained t-shirt and loose, yellowing underwear. Obviously, his night had continued on for some time after her departure and Hinata had plenty of time to bask in the post-sex high before cleaning up their room.
She was fast asleep until the morning came, deeply satiated despite the lack of actual sex. It came accompanied with loud, obnoxious snores. Hinata pulled away from the man beside her, pinching her nose at the smell and disappeared to the shower. At least, with how out of it Naruto was, he wouldn't have noticed just how much the room still smelt like sex and potent cum. Bolt's seed liked to make its presence known and had little regard for her moronic husband.
"Okay…" Her husband replied slowly just before the shower door swung closed.
~oOo~
The milf stepped into the hallway, the fantastic morning sun illuminating the walkway with the promise of another beautiful, hot day. More importantly, it guaranteed another day of tight, tight bikinis and tiny little shorts. Glancing at her phone again, Hinata spotted the most recent text from Bolt and then entered the room without knocking.
"Morning, you two!"
"Hinata?!" Sarada's shriek came from the en-suite while Bolt stood near naked at the side of the bed. A pained expression painted on his gorgeous face. She closed the gap between them, adopting her own delighted smile, and knew that today would be an amazing day.
~oOo~
Bolt just about kept his mouth from dropping at seeing Hinata in the morning glow. Sure he'd played with her lush body plenty last night but it was an addiction with no taper it seemed. The teen's hand naturally reached out to her waist as she felt at his chest and the two of them shared their space as she stared up at him. Her plump, succulent lips looked so fucking good and she totally knew it. She opted for a slutted-up, husky tone as her hands wrapped around his neck.
"Morning stud."
"Mom- Hmm~!" Bolt began to pull back when his mouth was assaulted by a deep, searing kiss. A plush, pliant body moulded into him and his arms reflexively wrapped around her trim waist as they made out. "-Wait…"
"Oh?" An eyebrow raised as if completely in the dark while Bolt extracted himself from her succubus-esque hold. Damn she tasted good.
"We need to…" Hinata pouted immediately. "We- Did you see my texts?"
She hummed a little and then smiled.
"Oh, those things?" Her smile turned almost sinister. "I figured that was you trying to make up a bit of a story for that little whore."
"Mom…" Bolt stepped away again, willing his hungry groin away as he tried to focus.
"Call me Hinata, like you did yesterday, baby."
"Mom," He defied her. "Yesterday was.. It was way too obvious and you need to get along with Sarada if you want to avoid getting caught."
Hinata's smile vanished and in its place was blatant spite.
"Why?" She twisted her head towards the en-suite, her silky strands swishing distractingly as she did, seeing its door firmly shut. "I thought that you were finally-"
"It was too obvious." Bolt held strong. He denied himself from looking down at her juicy chest, refused his body the desire to taste her and inhibited himself from groping her jutting ass. He did it. He resisted. "Look, we keep- I keep doing this but you're not-"
The words were so difficult. The morning had brought with it gentle cuddling and loving whispers that wracked the blonde with such guilt. Hell, it made him think he was going insane. His first night in a tropical paradise, his first night here with Sarada and he'd been seconds from burying his shaft inside Hinata across the hallway. It was pure absurdity. Animal desire that he needed to manage at least since he clearly couldn't stop altogether. It was obvious that his mom would not be attempting it and so it fell to him. To be the bigger man. To be the one to keep their little adventures secret and ensure Sarada never found out.
"Did you kiss her last night?"
The eighteen year old froze while his cock shamefully twitched. He hoped that Hinata wouldn't look down because the only thing he had on were his boxers and they were too form fitting to hide his reactions.
"You did." She locked eyes with him, her huge, pale irises demanding he give her his entire attention even as he kept an ear out for Sarada. "You put that tongue that had been soooo deep in my asshole into her gross mouth and made her taste me."
"..." Bolt didn't know what to do. What could he say? She'd see through any lie.
"Unngh, don't you see, baby? This is meant to be. All my life I've had to deal with subpar, boring bullshit and now, I get my reward. And you, you get me."
"I love her."
"Did her lips feel better than mine?"
"I love her."
"Did they feel better than my pussy?"
"I love her."
"Did they taste better than my fat, juicy ass?"
"Fuck…" Bolt shuddered. Hinata had that insane look in her eye as she spat vulgar filth at him. Any nice guy would stop her. Would stay away from what was obviously crazy and obviously so bad for him. He would do it too. Building pure willpower the teen called out to his girl. "My mom's here, babe. Are you almost ready?"
"You tasted better than anything I've ever had before." Fuck, she wasn't done with her onslaught it seemed, her arms still around his neck but with her sleek nails now in his hair, scratching his skull. "Like fucking incredible. I was licking up all that cum you gave me after you left. I couldn't sleep knowing there was some of it on the bed so I buried my face in it while thinking about you. Can you imagine that, stud?"
"..." Unfortunately, he could. And it came so damn easy.
"You can picture it , right? Me hunched over, my ass out while I fingered myself to the smell of your body and cum. It was so hooot~! I was gushing." Bolt's fingers gripped her just a little tighter. God, she knew exactly how to drive him crazy. For all that he'd been planning a more secretive way to satisfying their fucked up desires, the blonde almost wanted to throw her against the bed and pound her right here.
"Okay, I'll be out in a minute!" Sarada called out like a beacon of hope. One minute. One more and he could be free. Just a bit longer and he could salvage what little freedom he had left. He could do it.
Definitely.
One hundred percent.
Maybe just a quick feel of her titties though.
~oOo~
"Hey, how about this one?" Hinata smirked inwardly as she held out another piece of swimwear the bitch would never wear. A tiny, blue thing that scooped at the neck and back while hugging the hips.
"Oh, no, I err- No, I don't know…" Hinata balked at the feigned attitude.
"It'd be perfect for you!" The milf oversold, keeping her tone bright and positive. "Look, the neck is kinda around here so you get to show off a bit of your stomach too. You're so tiny, it'd be great!"
The horrid bitch writhed uncomfortably, shifting from one foot to the other as she refused yet another nice choice only to turn back to the boring, plain thing she'd come out with. With Bolt and Naruto off, picking up new swim shorts themselves, Hinata began to unload on Sarada earnestly. Pushing bikini after bikini that were all designed for shapeless women. Each more risque than the last to show just how inadequate the girl was.
"Oh fine! I wanted you to maybe see my side a little but I guess these are a bit too showy?"
"Yeah," Sarada latched onto her faux lifeline. "I was thinking maybe something more like this?"
The black-haired girl lifted up a frilled tube top style white bikini top which was paired with a white summer skirt. Hinata withheld the smirk that came to mind.
"It's a bit more me, you know?" Sarada tried to justify, lifting the top up to her chest and glancing in the mirror at the side. Hinata stood slightly behind her and lifted the piece she'd been looking at, stealing Sarada's gaze too. A sleek, black thing which was more straps than fabric. It was clearly meant for well endowed women, women with bodies to show off, women unlike Sarada. "I mean, those look great too!"
She quickly crumbled, her true bitchiness being poorly masked behind a veneer of politeness.
"They're just so cute…" Hinata leaned in close, deliberately pushing her chest into Sarada's back and whispered. "Plus guys love seeing skin on their ladies."
The girl failed to hold back a reaction at that.
"Not all guys."
"Oh?" Hinata questioned nonchalantly, pulling back as Sarada spun to confront her.
"Young guys, you know, those like my age." The black haired girl emphasised. "They're more into someone who's modest."
Hinata allowed that to hang in the air for a second, only tightening her lips to make the girl squirm. Still, to her credit, Sarada did not immediately concede to the superior woman. It was fair game then for Hinata to smile.
"Maybe sweetie. I guess I've just always been someone who's comfortable showing off the goods. I mean, with a body like mine, I'm always on display. I totally get why you wouldn't though." It was Sarada's turn to purse her lips, though she forced a small nod. The implication of Hinata's words were clear. "But, hey, why don't we do this? You go try this on, I'll just grab a few more things I think you'll like and we can see them together?"
"...yeah, okay."
Turning to head for the changing room, Hinata smirked to herself, making a beeline for the lingerie section with the filthiest ideas in mind.
~oOo~
"Uhmmm… so yeah… What'd you think?" Sarada stood, shoulders tight, arms awkwardly stiff and legs wide apart in what was truly a hilariously unfeminine display. In the warm light of the changing room, this unrefined and frankly ugly girl was out of place.
"It's okay." Hinata shrugged. This was the third item, the third of three terrible choices. She'd long given up on even attempting to hide her distaste and Sarada quickly pulled back to change, drawing the curtain in defeat.
"That's all of them. I think I'll maybe check out a few more, if you want to just head on?" The words came from behind the large, grey curtain and Hinata would have liked to take the girl up on them. But she was here on a mission. Bolt needed to be shown the truth. Sure, his eyes had been opened to their relationship but they weren't open to ending his relationship with his fiancee. The bitch remained in his periphery and Hinata wouldn't stand for it. He was hers.
"I'm just waiting for Bolt."
"N-No, honestly, you can go…" Sarada quickly replied. Hinata ignored the girl and lifted out a final piece, pushing it through the gap.
"Try this one at least."
"Oh… umm this is?"
"I know what it is, silly, just try it on. And then, come into the stall next door."
~oOo~
Sarada flinched at the request. Going into the stall with her future mother-in-law was not really something she'd liked the idea of. If not because of the sight of her then because of her increasingly cuntish attitude. Honestly, Sarada would rather not have said anything if she knew this is where it would lead. Sure, Bolt had done what she'd asked but he must have screwed up in the way he said it. After all, the morning had come with Hinata storming into their room and proclaiming they'd be going shopping as a group. Spending more time with the crude mom was the last thing she wanted.
Still, as the girl pulled on the newest bikini, she smiled. She liked it, a subtle two piece which showed off her toned stomach while acting like a sporty, sleeveless tank, cut enough at the shoulders to be flattering to her lean form. The colour was nice too, a deep rouge which didn't stand out too much but highlighted her glasses.
God, as much as she hated it, Hinata really did have an amazing fashion sense. Within just a few minutes, she'd sussed out what Sarada liked and found complimentary pieces. This was the best of the lot and the one Sarada wanted to purchase but she had one last hurdle. A hurdle who had sent away her only line of protection, her fiance. She peaked out from the curtain and ensured no loose spectators before exiting and calling out to the other woman.
"I'm outside."
"Come in." Hinata's voice was seared into Sarada's mind too. A soft, silky voice, but clearly mature, carrying itself with that pompous self-important ego that grated at the girl.
"I'll just wait out-"
"God, it's not that difficult is it?" Pulling the curtain back herself, Sarada came face to face with the ego that was so evident in her soon-to-be mother-in-law. A perfect, immaculately sculpted body and face encased in a sultry, evocative lingerie set.
"..."
"Haha, I'll take that reaction." Hinata laughed haughtily, preening in front of the younger girl in a glaring display of that same ego. With a tiny, black set of frills and straps cupping a bountiful, taut form, she fluffed her hair. Sarada had seen similar movements in adverts and on Instagram, places where women of unnatural beauty did actions that would look unnatural on anyone else. Yet, here she was, running a ring-bearing hand over her swelling chest and pumping the massive melons up a bit, as if it were totally normal.
Totally fine to do in front of her son's fiancee.
Sarada cringed as the initial glamour wore off and her disdain set back in. God, the woman was middle aged and still acted like those twenty year olds on Instagram.
"What'd you think?" Hinata spun with a bright smile, flashing the toned back, wide hips and frankly fat ass. The oversized cheeks ate up the tiny lingerie and left only a pathetic triangle of black at the top of the pair of basketballs.
It was embarrassing and somehow even more showy than the bikini she'd worn the day before.
"...It looks good-"
"I know-" Hinata immediately cut her off but, this time, Sarada felt empowered to speak up. She'd been reasonable before, trying to appeal to Bolt's mom but this was fair ground she thought.
"But." The navy-haired woman stiffened up but Sarada carried on. "It's a little bit… you know." The word slutty didn't quite make it from her mouth though it was blatantly implied.
"And.. err, I'm not sure I'm really comfortable seeing you like this."
The silence was painfully long and viciously loud.
A slender arm fell to a tiny waist and the mom's head leaned back to stare down with cold eyes. Those pale violet irises that honestly freaked Sarada out anyways but this was on another level. It wasn't the blankness from the lake house party, it wasn't the amusement from shopping, it wasn't even the smugness from the beach. No, this was chillingly brutal.
For the first time, it felt like Hinata was being genuine.
"Bolt said you felt uncomfortable about my body…" Her body language held firm and suddenly Sarada felt isolated from the world, as if she were the one trapped in the tiny cubicle instead of the much older woman. "Don't worry, I understand."
A hand, lacking any warmth whatsoever, reached over and placed itself on Sarada's shoulder firmly.
"It's okay to be jealous."
"What?" Sarada repeated internally. What?
"I get it all the time. My whole life really. Don't feel bad about it."
"I-I'm not.. I'm- Jealous?" Sarada exasperatedly questioned. The mere concept was ridiculous.
"Girls always stare and wish that they had my looks." No, that wasn't what this was.
"My eyes, my lips, my skin. They're beautiful." No. What? That wasn't it at all. The dark-eyed teen wanted to deny it but Hinata kept going.
"My body is lean and toned but I rock this amazing, bouncy ass and these huge, perky tits." Getting closer, a dark, hypnotic perfume assaulted Sarada who felt even more paralysed. "My body's not normal, you obviously know that. All my life I've heard people wish they looked like me."
"I don't-"
"Shhhh…" Hinata raised a finger to her lips and physically silenced her. "It's okay, honey. I want us to get along and I know that you were really just upset you weren't wearing something as cute."
"That's…"
"That's why I wanted to come here with you. Why I sent the boys away. I feel like I can help you shine, Sarada."
"What'd you mean?" Sarada felt herself accepting the words. Maybe there was the tiniest bit of truth to it. After all, she felt uncomfortable with how much skin Hinata showed but it did draw attention to her own state of dress.
"I mean look at that outfit you're wearing now. Look how good it looks. Obviously, I could never wear it. I'm a 34F but it's perfect for someone with your frame and taste." Sarada was stunned and her eyes instinctively flickered down to the mammoth sweater puppies Hinata sported. "If I even tried to wear that, I'd be pouring out of the sides while being suffocated to death."
"..." Her silence seemed to give the mom the inch Hinata was hoping for.
"Personally, if I'm going to suffocate, it'll be because a man's wrapping his fingers around my neck." Hinata laughed suggestively and then pressed on. "Most clothes don't fit my waist either, the ratio is too different from off the rack stuff really. It's the same with things like jeans. My waist is so small but my ass is so big that they never sit right."
"Right…" Sarada repeated dumbly, that hand on her shoulder seemingly affecting her ability to speak as well.
"If anything, I should be jealous of you. You haven't got any of those problems." Hinata finally released her and it felt relieving. So much so that Sarada only nodded moronically at the last words of her opponent.
"So you can see how silly it is for you to feel that way? Silly for you to gawk and stare at me like those other pathetic bitches?"
"Uhm… yeah."
"Great, I'm so glad that we worked this out." Clapping her hands, Hinata smiled brightly and then spun to grab her phone from the side. Flicking through it for a second, she then looked at Sarada through the mirror of the changing cubicle and scoffed a bit. "You can go. Oh, and make sure to buy that. I'll be a little bit longer. I've got some pictures to take, haha."
~oOo~
Naruto lifted up a heavily patterned t-shirt and smiled at the prospect of it. He turned to his son with a chuckle at his lips.
"Hey, Bolt, what'd you think-"
"No, haha. Really?" The younger blonde laughed mid-conversation with his fiancee and it paused Naruto. The matured man took a second to watch with pride as his little boy joked around with his first serious partner. Taking after his old man, it seemed Bolt was a young man with his eyes on real goals. Naruto had settled on Hinata as soon as they began dating and she was quickly pregnant too.
"Hey, try this on?" Hinata appeared from around the corner with two pairs of bright red shorts in hand, having returned from the trip with Sarada and immediately rejected their choices for shorts. Naruto took the one she handed him and was about to ask about the other when she sauntered over to their son. Watching her from behind, Naruto felt a small rise inside him. The hot weather brought tiny, sheer and revealing clothes that let him stare at his wife in awe. This particular one showed off the ass she'd spent years sculpting nicely. It had been a long time fantasy of the man to fuck it. To slide his four inches into what he was sure was an insanely hot, tight hole.
Maybe he would even ask towards the end of their little trip. But he couldn't yet. The previous night he'd been entertaining the VIP and it had taken all his energy. Naruto could barely even remember the end of the night, only that he stumbled back to the hotel room, entered and crashed out, missing the actual bed. Come morning time, Hinata was clearly unimpressed and withheld her usual naked display from him.
It wasn't his fault of course. Just what he had to do for work. A little more and he'd manage to make the regional sales director position. Another dream of his. So, sure, pumping himself inside of Hinata's butt would have to wait but he was happy to make that trade. And she didn't mind really. So, Naruto stifled his excited imagination and walked beside his matured son to the changing room. With no one around, each of the women took a place in front of their respective partner's room and Naruto dragged the curtain across before pulling his clothes off.
~oOo~
"Hmm…" Naruto stood out with the t-shirt and baggy red shorts. With a wider waist, they sat comfortably and Hinata nodded before sending Sarada away to fetch a different colour.
"How'd they look?" Naruto asked, waiting on Bolt to step out. As he did, Naruto caught Hinata straightening up.
"Looks okay?" Bolt opted to step out shirtless, his leaner form accenting the tighter fitting shorts nicely.
"They look amazing, baby~!" Hinata gushed, immediately leaning forwards to close the distance and began feeling around. Her hands roamed the hem, stroking his muscled torso while making small approving noises. Fiddling with the legs, she seemed satisfied and stepped back, staring directly at the one thing that made Naruto a bit awkward.
A rather pronounced bulge.
"They're a little bit err… showy on you, son." Naruto attempted to nudge at the truth.
"Oh yeah?" Bolt rocked his hips a little, looking down at it, and then up at the woman in front. "You think so too, mom?"
"It looks really big…" A delicate hand found her stomach as she looked at the protrusion while Naruto awkwardly chuckled. He knew she was close to Bolt and incredibly protective of him but it was sometimes a bit hard to hear without squirming.
"It is a bit tight around it, if I'm being honest."
"Can you adjust it a bit?"
"Not really, I'm already like pushing."
"..." His wife looked right at Naruto. "Let me try."
The older blonde remained silent as he watched his wife approach Bolt with extended hands. His son looked at Naruto too for a moment, with a curious look in his eye, before the duo disappeared in the changing room. Hinata spared him one final glance and then pulled the curtain across, leaving the rest to Naruto's imagination.
Naruto had averted his gaze when Bolt had his hands around Hinata's chest at the beach but this felt more strange. Before, it was clear Hinata didn't want Naruto to intrude on the sunscreen spreading but now it was her taking the action.
"Is that as low as you want it?" Her voice came first.
"I mean, any lower and my ass will be out. Doubt anyone wants to see that." Bolt chuckled quietly.
"You'd be surprised."
"Maybe like this?" His son questioned after a second.
"No, they look like they don't fit you right. Here, let me…"
"Are you going to-? Oh…" Naruto's ears perked at that. Bolt was gifted physically, he knew that. Something the teen had gotten from his mom's side of the family and he morbidly wondered for a second if his wife might catch a glimpse of something she wouldn't want to, just given Bolt's natural size.
"..." The room went quiet for a bit, ten, maybe twenty long seconds and then finally, words he flinched at.
"Fuck, you're huge…"
"Shut up, Mom. Just shove it in already."
"I'm trying!" She came back seemingly frustrated. "Stop moving it."
"Come on…"
Naruto fought back the urge to speak up, knowing the frustration it'd put Hinata in. After their most recent fight, she stopped him from fucking her and he was keen for that punishment to end but, in the end, he couldn't help it.
"H-Hey, are we okay in there guys?"
~oOo~
"Doing really good, Dad. Almost got it in there." Bolt smugly replied as he pushed another thick inch of cock into Hinata's gulping mouth.
"Uckkk…" His slut gurgled quietly, shifting below him as she inhaled his meat. Within seconds of entering the room, he forced her down to her knees and she began to kiss his clothed shaft. His anaconda woke and the teen swiftly manoeuvred her so she was kneeling but facing the curtain. He then leaned her back, her spine arching deeply and crudely dropped his dick on her. Hinata moaned and kissed his tip as the teen wrapped one hand around her head and placed the other at her neck. Her lips parted knowingly and then he was sliding inside of her, his heavy nutsack bouncing inaudibly against her forehead.
The sight was honestly incredible and something he was glad she'd sent Sarada away for.
"Maybe just try a different pair?"
"No way Dad." Bolt laughed arrogantly. "This pair is perfect." He ground harder against her lips, her soft wet mouth pleasing him in a new sensation.
"Hnng…" Bolt huffed a little, bending down to shove his hand inside of her top. The big jugs that he'd fondled this morning were again his as the man they technically belonged to waited outside for him to finish. Bolt couldn't deny the sick thrill he got in realising that.
"Babe, you in there?" The teen paused at the voice of his fiancee. "I've got the blue."
His fingers instinctively tightened, gripping Hinata's throat more firmly and in doing so, enticed a surprising hum of appreciation. Still, in the moment, he couldn't process it. Instead, the blonde panicked slightly and began to extract himself. His snake slithered from the hot, moist cave it liked, dragging across Hinata's forehead. The act left saliva and precum across her face and hair but he had little time. With only seconds before Sarada asked the question, he needed to move.
Sticking his head from the curtain, Bolt took in his dad and his girl.
"The blue aren't quite the same. They've got this-"
"I don't want 'em. Can you get me the exact-" He breathed deep, as a familiar warm wet sensation found his balls. "The exact one?"
"...I mean, I didn't see…"
"Babe, please?"
"Yeah, o-okay, where's your mo-"
"Sarada, now please. Come on."
"Okay." With a secondary look, and one at the silent Naruto, Sarada headed off. Bolt spared a second to look at Naruto's expression and then delved back into the lewd changing room.
"Ahhh~"
"Fuckk…" He hissed quietly, his jaw dropping at the sight of the naughty woman beneath him, staring up with her tongue undulating in the air, showing off the way she'd been worshipping his balls seconds earlier. Fuck, she was hard to resist. "Come on."
The blonde lifted her from the floor and then dropped the pretence-forming shorts. He grabbed his normal clothes and pushed Hinata in front as he slipped them on. Stroking her side, he towered over her and pushed his weapon into her ass, punctuating his words with his action.
"Look how hot you look with me on you, Hinata." They both stared at her immaculate face, adorned with his juice.
"Yeah, baby?" She whispered hotly too, her nipples protruding and showing blatantly now from her tight maxi dress. The teen couldn't help but use his newfound knowledge, sliding his free hand around her to wrap her fingers at her throat. "Unnghh…"
"Go out there now. Let him see and then go buy yourself something sexy for me." His fingers tightened at her neck.
"Hmmm… okay." She whimpered submissively but her eyes were wild with excitement. The teen knew then he'd chosen right. She wanted to be fucked, to be dominated, to be owned. And he would happily be the one to give it to her once she came round to his way of thinking about Sarada.
"Go."
~oOo~
Hinata stepped from the changing room with wobbly knees. She hardly worried about her husband seeing her this way. No, it was the way Bolt had acted that truly had her weak. He took her, made her please him and knew exactly how to make sure she found pleasure in it too. Like a new toy, he was now testing the parameters. Testing her limits and which buttons he could press to make her wet.
Well Hinata was happy to show him and it was with soaked panties that she came face to face with her husband.
"Okay in there? You, err, took a while."
"It was fine, Naruto. You should put those back though." She gestured to the sized-up shorts. She wouldn't have him wearing the same thing, especially when it looked so much better on her baby.
"Oh, right…" He looked down at them and then up at her, specifically her forehead. There was a clear trail of liquid but specifically on her forehead was a rather glutinous, bubble of precum. "You've got a little sweat…"
"Oh, right." She wiped it with her finger and then giggled as she popped that finger into her mouth. Her nippled tweaked and her body heated incredibly at the raw display of betrayal gone unnoticed. She walked away, a delighted bounce in her step. She managed a text then as she watched Naruto walk away too and roamed her mouth for remnants of Bolt's taste.
You're so bad. I did what you said and he thought it was sweat so I had to lick it up. Can you live with that? You made a sweet little wife swallow your precum in front of her husband?
Hinata smirked at the sluttiness of the message and then her stud came back matching her energy.
Sweet little wives don't throat dick like you.
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