two things hit the feline . the wet , musky smack of that fresh sock , then the hot , throbbing fuck stick . she'd only groan , stroking coming to a complete stop .
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drool rolls down neco's face as her lungs are filled with conflicting stenches .
"Hah. I'm a fuckin blue collar Long distance runner. I work for the city in electric companies."
She said, walking over and shoving the cars foot down, dropping a FRESHLY used sock on her face... Alongside her cock.
"I would be concerned if they DIDN'T stink."