As she climbed into the car, Boss stopped her. “I want you to pull up your skirt and take your thong off for me,” he ordered. Jane obeyed him and lifted her skirt up, gathering it on the leather seat, and rolled down her tiny black thong. Her ass was on fire, her thighs burned. She felt her heat and was sure her muskiness was obvious to him. He forbade her to pull her skirt back down.
|Publisher:||Phoenix Rising Publishing|
|File size:||152 KB|
|Age Range:||18 Years|