David Oldtarts And Claire

     "That we have sex is oldtarts hardly a surprise, is it?" David fended.
     "Does she know you have been spying on her?" David demanded .
     "And what does welcome Alexandra oldtarts think oldtarts about that?"
     "Why? Do oldtarts you want oldtarts to keep her safe from oldtarts me by masculinizing her, make her grow facial hair oldtarts?"
     "You see, she never had welcome a oldtarts chance," Claire smirked oldtarts. "As we speak Alexandra is on an airplane with a testosterone patch implanted to keep her horny oldtarts as a skunk oldtarts. Charlie is at her bedside to put his prick in her every few hours t keep the rutting woman in a dazed, happy stupor. By tomorrow Alexandra and Charlie will be oldtarts at a secluded island oldtarts resort. If all goes as planned oldtarts," Claire explained, "Alexandra oldtarts will never return to WOPI."
     "I don't think oldtarts I oldtarts've missed anything." he responded, defensively. "Not with Alexandra."
     David oldtarts shivered, but listened oldtarts with growing oldtarts dread.
     "Very funny. This time you loose, because I'm not just some little girl who is hot oldtarts for your pecker. I want more than to get you oldtarts excited enough to make you stick it oldtarts in me when you weren't oldtarts at first intending oldtarts to. I hardly oldtarts care about the sex. I'm out oldtarts to totally dominate you oldtarts."
     "You succeeded. What are you going welcome to do with the stolen property," he asked, starting to nibble Claire's hardening nipple.