Well? She's waiting. Get to it, servant. 💙
Well? She's waiting. Get to it, servant. 💙
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She lifted her head, and smeared lipstick met the hot shaft of his cock. Against all her training and instincts, she still parted her lips, and closing her eyes, she slowly took in every moment - the little veins, the slick of pre, every drumbeat of his heart sending a pulse...
She lifted her head, and smeared lipstick met the hot shaft of his cock. Against all her training and instincts, she still parted her lips, and closing her eyes, she slowly took in every moment - the little veins, the slick of pre, every drumbeat of his heart sending a pulse...
Those thighs, muscles bulging and straining, made short work of any more resistance. Every thrust was like a spear to her will, driving into her body, squeezing hip bones apart, deeper past her stretched inner walls, forcing her body apart from the inside...
Those thighs, muscles bulging and straining, made short work of any more resistance. Every thrust was like a spear to her will, driving into her body, squeezing hip bones apart, deeper past her stretched inner walls, forcing her body apart from the inside...
Their testimonial was "I am still thinking about it a lot and want to play it more and it's kawaii when toby is worried about if it's good enough"
Their testimonial was "I am still thinking about it a lot and want to play it more and it's kawaii when toby is worried about if it's good enough"