Ravaged By A Hung Tutor
Gina, a fifty-year-old mother of a ten-year-old, greeted John, wearing a thin white tank top, and a tiny, pink thong. She kept her hands on her waist and looked at john.
John was young, he had just graduated, and he said that he was twenty-five. He wore thick glasses, but he had a pretty muscular body.
His shoulders were broad, his chest was massive, he wore a white t-shirt and shorts, held a…