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Esta tía nos pone muy cerdos. Es una MILF de mucho cuidado y con esa cara que tiene que no sabes si es el mentón de un tío o de una tía dopada la polla se nos pone a 1000

La Stephanie McMahon tiene cara putón eso si, lo mismo te agarra y te hace un nudo en la polla. Tiene pinta de ser myy fuerte.

Aquí os dejamos un relato porno de esta MILF con cara de puta y de puto al mismo tiempo. Está en inglés, así practicamos un poco y mejoramos el SEO 😉

Helping Stephanie McMahon
byRapaxe©

If you haven’t read the other stories in this series, I suggest you do so before you read this. Not imperative though. The first title is Helping Torrie Wilson. Enjoy.

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It was dark before Kyle’s eyes slowly opened. The drone of the plane almost lulled him back to sleep. His eyes adjusting to the dim lights of the cabin, he peered around, attempting to make sense of his surroundings. The inside of the plane was pitch black except for the dim guide lights on the floor. Looking out the window, the night sky revealed nothing as Kyle attempted to pry past the dark. He could hear snoring coming from somewhere across the cabin, and he was suddenly aware of a head of long hair on his shoulder as the body beside him gently rose and fell in silent breathe.

Not attempting to decipher who it was beside him, Kyle slowly and carefully maneuvered the sleeping beauty away from his shoulder. He rose silently from his chair and used the dim guides on the floor to assist him to the back of the plane where he was sure he would find a bathroom. Sure enough, before long Kyle saw a small sliver of light beneath a door on his right and fumbled for a handle. He entered the surprisingly spacious bathroom and rested for a short while against the sink, gathering his legs. He was still slightly asleep and wondering if all the events over the last three days had been a dream. He ran the tap, placing his hands under the water, cupping them and bringing the trapped water up to his face. He gently washed his face and then looked up at the mirror. Slowly he smiled brazenly. He was currently the luckiest man on the planet.

Kyle grabbed the towel from the rack, bringing it to his face and drying it off. He opened the door, turning right and heading back towards his seat. Before he knew what he’d done he’d blundered through a curtain and was looking around at an exquisitely designed lounge. It was reasonably lit with a few dim white bulbs on the roof just above his head and the walls, ceiling and floor were all royal red, as was the furniture. To his right and left were two large beautifully designed chairs with large windows beside each and directly in front of him, extending from one side of the plane to the other, was a long, single couch, above which were cupboards made of oak, beautifully polished. Obviously this was not a part of the plane he was supposed to be and Kyle quickly turned around to head towards the front of the plane.

Before he could do so, however, Stephanie McMahon’s head poked through the curtain and stopped him dead in his tracks. ‘I’m up front with my pilot for one moment ensuring he’s awake and now I find you sneaking around my office?’ She pushed past him nonchalantly and sat in the large chair on the left of the plane.

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