One of my favorite pics of Maggie while we were just friends living together.. Shaving is all about aesthetics. Simple depression nod was her answer. We attacked. Maggie often did this- if a guy buys her drinks, dance, a BJ is nothing for her..
The hair that grows on me is thick and dark and quite contrasting to my pale skin. To feel his huge manhood inside her. Reminding me how much fun it was to play like a kid again. She crouched behind a rock next to me, rubbing my leg, and waited.