Her big beautiful ass is sweeter than ice cream.
Enjoy..
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Emily Childress smiled happily as John-John Taylor put his arm around her thick middle. She leaned her head on his shoulder for a moment, then squinted once again to the small sign that listed the three flavors of ice cream in this case.
"Ew, rum raisin?" she wrinkled her snub nose.
"What? What's wrong with rum raisin?" he asked, smiling at her.
"Raisin," she said, as if that single word said everything that needed to be said about Rum Raisin ice cream.
"It's my favorite," the slim blonde girl behind the glass said, eyes firmly on John-John's handsome face.
Emily glared at the bony little b***h for a hard moment, then sidled over to the next case. Her man came with her and they read the list of the three flavors conta
