Горелка газовая Fire-Maple "FMS-123" (Hard Rock)

He was kneeling too, and their bodies rocked together. She was dry humping against him, doing it like a slut. She was a slut. Of course she was. Sheila had known that the first time she saw Melissa. "But I love sluts," she whimpered. "God, I love them!" Melissa pulled back a little and, profiled in front of the fire, Lou was obviously hard in his pants. Sheila dug into her twat with three fiery fingers, pounding them like hammers on the anvil of her lust. She jerked them free, drove them home again, drove up her snatch until her throat tightened and her body seemed on the verge of becoming jello. That was how Melissa deserved to be loved. In the soulful, intense way that only another woman was capable of loving her. A woman like me, Sheila thought. A woman exactly like me! Caron would strip Lou when the divorce settlement was finalized. She'd take his money and his property and everything except the clothes on his back. If they were lucky, and drew a woman judge for the case, Caron might also be granted the right to castrate her ex-husband in open court ...»