XXX Categories:

Ball kicking XXX Videos

Sam is now well trained as Shauna's slave.

"One, I want to make a tortilla that doesn't turn to dust or charcoal after I fry it"

"Two, I want to eat a vat of fresh caviar."

"Three, I want to resurrect Pepote Rodriguez and his Mariachi family. I actually miss their tacky music."

"Four, I want to know if it is possible to perform artificial inseminations with a turkey baster without causing the recipient to die of laughter prior to the procedure."

"Five, I would like to find a decent spouse who is hard-working, good-looking, intelligent, spiritual, amusing, is as horny as me and doesn't mind me watching cheesy Cantinflas movies or Lesbian porn." Adelina rubbed her hands wickedly at her final pre-requisite. "Oh yes, and he must enjoy playing with toys. I like toys. They don't even have to be the sexual kind. They just need to be fun and cute." She squealed at the word cute.

Adelina flipped her head, so she could stare at the ceiling. "Nothing too unreasonable..."

Carlos sighed and crossed his arms. He rolled his eyes up, winked and stuck his tongue out. Adelina giggled at him. "We could work on the tortillas. The caviar will be tricky, but I'm sure that we could go fishing to see if we are able to find anything." Carlos lifted his index finger and cringed, "I'm not saying a word about those damn mariachis." He continued to speak with a straight face, "As for the turkey baster, just change its name to 'manually-operated vacuum-expulsion artificial fertilization device' and watch the fear develop in your hapless victim's face."

Adelina cracked up and nearly urinated, "There's nothing like clinical jargon to take out of joy anything." She slapped the floor several times, before Carlos finally helped her up.

"Now there's that marriage thing." Carlos twiddled his thumbs and gave the elder doctor a look of mock criticism. "Being that there are no clergy, judges or bureaucracy to validate such an arrangement, I feel that it would be pointless."

"You don't need that crazy shit dude." Adelina poked at her student's chest. "Marriage is quite often a convenient arrangement between a group of human beings and their belief system of choice, where they agree to permanently restrict their mating habits within mutually agreed upon boundaries for the benefit of their chosen family structure."

Carlos raised an eyebrow and rubbed his chin. "In other words, it's a binding agreement between two people to keep their vows with God for the purpose of helping a family flourish." He nodded his head. "So what happens if one of the potential spouses doesn't believe in a god?"

Adelina poked him again with more strength and both hands. "That's why I used non-sexist, non-sectarian, non-hierarchical language." Adelina giggled at Carlos as she stuck her tongue out at him. "I'm not picky as long as my basic needs are met." He responded by yanking her towards him and smooching her. They made out for about five minutes until they released their lip lock. The punk doctor wheezed from the excitement. Carlos wheezed from her sulfuric scent.

"Lina... I don't find you sexually attractive, at all. I'm still having severe emotional problems from the fling with you-know-who. I also, find it very creepy that my big sister was cloned from you. With that said, we're not related, we actually click and that's good enough for me." The austere expression on Carlos's face would've made a British statesman look giddy by comparison. "Give me a few months to get used to the idea of me, doing that while I am sober."
Adelina did not doubt his claims for a second. "That's cool." She tickled the tip of his chin. "I went without sex for a while... I can deal with a few months of not getting any." Carlos and Adelina embraced each other as the motorized bells played their hourly tune, as if on cue.

Carlos moved out of his parents' home and moved to the nearly vacant hospital after that night. A few months passed.

Carlos never wore his serape there.

2019 © xbuzz.pro. All Rigths Reserved. All models were 0ver 18 y.o.