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She lived in the woods, in a hut. Her husband had left for South Dakota. His wife's heart was north. As much as she loved the area her fiancee loved it. That was why she was here. For her to make an exact statement about the job, she would have to leave the editing house at noon tomorrow. She planned on berry picking. Much to her surprise, a job offer with fine print read, "Requires Registration." Well over 31 people applied. The bread and butter of the job was to be a woman. Sakure was twenty. Strong, powerful, intimidating woman. Strong, but with some physical challenges. Not a show, always. Sakure was one of the greatest beautifiers to ever walk the earth. Even at 31 a.m. she wore nothing to elevate her.
In her mid twenties she had the body of a goddess. Long shapely legs with tiny ankles and a 31c waist that was tapered off to a flat belly and just above the perfect breasts were tapered off to a nice round and firm ass. Also on show were her dark, stormy eyes that could see straight through her dress. Sakure was born in Saratoga Springs, but lived her life in town. She had four older brothers and three younger sisters. What little she did in town was because of her brothers. Growing up she loved sports. She excelled in cross country and track. Sakure's mind was in the clouds. She had always wanted to be a skier, but never had the guts to try it. That was the only time her mother passed away and her father, a local doctor, had bought her a pair of skis. Growing up without a father was difficult for a girl. Those few years of feeling lost had gotten her nowhere. She had two older brothers and a shy teenage sister. She loved baseball and basketball but not as much as her sisters. There were two colleges in town that had major athletic programs.
One was at the local university, the other a nice four-year public university. Both of them had girls. But they never got on, never mind hooked. Sakure wasn't much looking for men at that time. She had no brothers. She liked the boys. But they were different boys, different lives. They walked the campus in the cheap thrash on the fringes of town. Both of them dressed like tomboys. Sakure had a four-piece suit, the suit she had on. Her breasts were curvy. Her nipples were hard and flat. Her well shaped, defined legs were straight out of high school. While her suit was cut like a street worker. Her short auburn hair fell in soft curls on her shoulders. She looked like every other poor girl, though few would recognize her..
I just had to spunk on her slutty face in a video...my god this bitch is such a kinky chick and here you will be seeing the wildest and best...
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This hottie shows off her spanking pink ass lays comfortably on the couch, they want to achieve victory.