#307096 - The snow was deeper than her boots, her jeans looked soaked, there was snow piled on the shoulders of her winter jacket, and the hair hanging from beneath her cap was caked with ice. ” She got on her hands and knees, and began kissing her way down from my throat to my belly. “What? Where am I? What's going on?” she muttered in a groggy voice.
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Akaooni
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Max
Great i would love to lick her dry