Indonesian Milf Enjoys Passionate Anal Pleasure

“You may have broken ribs.”
“They’ve been broken before.”
“I don’t like the look of that bruising.”
“It doesn’t like the look of you.”
Angel narrowed her eyes. We don’t decide our own fate, we decide each other’s. But before they were out of earshot, Angel heard Rich growl and a warning smack, probably upside Trixie’s head, and him sternly warn “quit with the teeth.”
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Angel had just applied the last bit of her make-up when Rich leaned against the door frame of the bathroom, his forearm pressed against the cheap wooden frame above his head. “Don’t talk to my girl, Trixie.”
So Rich did know them. Everyone in the life had. The two women snickered at Angel and Rich, as if they had caught two lusty teens in the act. The bald man soon stepped aside and Rich stepped past him, into the shadows and out of Angel’s view. Almost embarrassed, Angel quickly turned away and went back to the laundry room to return the now empty basket. Riggz, a friend and fellow pimp of Rich, had already come and removed her.