Tory Lane

tory lane at work

tory lane at work

I stepped down from the cab of my truck and walked over to her, tory lane. We were the only ones in the rest area. She smiled at me as if she’d been waiting for me to show up. She looked me up and down, and it was obvious to both of us that she could see the massive
bulge in my shorts. “May I?” she asked as she reached over and fished my organ out.
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