Doomed to lead her attack aft of her ample apples of
amour, Caroline catapulted con cantalevered
cantalopes and all towards an exited Joe. He was just
thinking and moving to fast for the girl cop, and before
she was able to yelp and pass out he had lifted and
separated the two winsome whoppers with a sharply
penetrating left right combo, stunning the beautiful
Caroline in her tracks. Dazed, she dropped her hands
and Joe smacked her smartly in the jaw until her eyes
began to roll and her chin gaped stupidly. "Nice." he
thought. He slid his right hand into his shorts and
began to work her righteous rightmounted rack with
left-boob riccocheting left hooks and jug jarring jabs.
Switching hands and swapping swaying swat-bags,
Joe worked the left tit beautifully, moving from meaty
mammary mashing hooks and crosses, to udder
uplifting uppercuts. Seriously dazed and disoriented,
Caroline began to slump towards the boob that had
absorbed the most punshment, like a wounded
battleship capsizing under raging heavy-gun fire. Joe,
as if remembering an omission of fabric softener to the
wash, nearly done, pulled his hand out of his pants and
made right by Judy. He righted the bobbling bimbo by
battering the barely beaten (relatively) of her two big
bruising boobs. Caroline lurched upright and Joe laid
her out across the seat of her cop Harley with a brain
rattling right to the chops. Most of her motor function
compromised, Judy couldn't react protectively as the
mortor function-heated pipes on her cop bike burned
pink stripes into her soft sweet ass. She tried to
scream but only drooled and reflexively flexed her
painfu l pecks puckering her pounded punch bags and
protuberant pink pretty pimples.

What do you do now?

	sympathetic sees saddled sister
	some more sore tits

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