Gathering of the juggalos Stories

She passed again, slow and bold, Booty bouncing, stories to be told. That body fit, yet soft with curve, Built to tempt and twist your nerve. Her abs were tight, her waist was slim, Those legs could straddle, choke, or win. A round ass firm and sweetly thick, Each step she took, it made me sick. Her perky tits, no bra in sight, They swayed like sin beneath the light. She wore that smirk like painted sin, And every eye got...