“What’s it to be lass, will thee bloody take me?” I asked me knob straining like a bloody Mizzen mast in me hand. Get out.”
“But Captain,” Lady Mc replied but the glint of light off me dagger blade soon changed her bloody tune, “Leave them, get out, get out.”
“Are you about to murder me Captain?” Francis asked. Milf sex Her cunt was well used. “And you expect me to lay with this monster for money?” Francis demanded. Anyroad I had a feed. I went in his office.It stunk like a Tarts boudoir with furnishings to match. Right in till me balls were banging on her crotch, “What the bloody hell size bloody candle youm been using?” I asked. But at end of bloody day its what they fucks like what matters and she’s bloody champion and no mistake, even if she do come from bloody Lancashire.
