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Her Knickers On My Head

Houdini was a master of illusion it's said Escaping from handcuffs while chained to a bed Like the sex games we play When our partner must obey Wearing a mask and her knickers on my head
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Blown Avatar
August 8, 2020 at 10:35 PM
...cof...cofcofcof...is there a smile on the mask....snicker........stan sand
Ellison Avatar
August 9, 2020 at 5:15 AM
Made me chuckle Stan The Man!
Evans Avatar
August 8, 2020 at 7:25 PM
I think Houdini's game of illusion would pale in comparison to a really well orchestrated sex game. This was fun.
Ellison Avatar
August 9, 2020 at 5:14 AM
Me too... have a good day Ricky!
Tor Avatar
August 8, 2020 at 3:07 PM
Picture that Jack took me aback... lol
Ellison Avatar
August 8, 2020 at 3:09 PM
YUP! Quite a image I know! This was in my younger wilder days!!! LOL
Pigeon Tart Avatar
August 8, 2020 at 8:26 AM
LOL! Love the silliness today! xomo <3
Ellison Avatar
August 8, 2020 at 1:05 PM
Could start a new trend!!! Love by the barrell full... HJ!!! XOX
Cunningham Avatar
August 8, 2020 at 4:49 AM
Pssst got any pics lol
Ellison Avatar
August 8, 2020 at 4:57 AM
Sure would make the rags! LOL
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