" Cindy walked into the room which looked like and interrogation room you see on cop shows, with a table and metal chairs and a one way glass window on one wall
. She was flying to Vegas to meet up with her husband Bill who had been there on business all week. Her blond hair fell down her back as she pulled the dress off
Butt. . " I muttered, lighting my own smoke
" Cindy walked into the room which looked like and interrogation room you see on cop shows, with a table and metal chairs and a one way glass window on one wall
. She was flying to Vegas to meet up with her husband Bill who had been there on business all week. Her blond hair fell down her back as she pulled the dress off
Butt. . " I muttered, lighting my own smoke
" Cindy walked into the room which looked like and interrogation room you see on cop shows, with a table and metal chairs and a one way glass window on one wall
. She was flying to Vegas to meet up with her husband Bill who had been there on business all week. Her blond hair fell down her back as she pulled the dress off
Butt. . " I muttered, lighting my own smoke
Fuck a title