
Sylvia * 844 332 2639 * 428
No ticket for Sylvia after bumping into Mr Smith’s truck at the mall. I was so excited because I had just been to a favorite boutique picking up silk stockings. As I sat in the car I took them out to look at them again, feel them again because nothing feels like real silk. Putting the car in reverse I backed out of my parking space. Suddenly there was a big bang and my car stopped. Looking in the rear view mirror (which I should have done earlier) I saw a blue pickup truck. I was so excited my pencil skirt made it difficult to move as fast as I wanted. As I got to the truck the driver was walking around his truck to inspect the damage. He was a big boy; at least 6’2″, broad shoulders and had to have been melted in those jeans.
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M.I.L.F. SUMMER Ext 381
M.I.L.F. SUMMER Ext 381
M.I.L.F. SUMMER Ext 381