With a grunt, I forced the shaft deep into her cunt from behind, the tight wet tunnel enveloping the shaft snugly, juices coating its length like a carwash
Brunette Tattoo. .
. Instead her hand buried itself in my hair once more, not roughly but enough to let me know I was going wherever she wanted me to, and when I put out my palms in front of me they landed on her bare thighs. Like before, her voice barely rose above a conversational tone, but it held an strict intensity that would make a drill Sergeant proud
With a grunt, I forced the shaft deep into her cunt from behind, the tight wet tunnel enveloping the shaft snugly, juices coating its length like a carwash
Brunette Tattoo. .
. Instead her hand buried itself in my hair once more, not roughly but enough to let me know I was going wherever she wanted me to, and when I put out my palms in front of me they landed on her bare thighs. Like before, her voice barely rose above a conversational tone, but it held an strict intensity that would make a drill Sergeant proud
With a grunt, I forced the shaft deep into her cunt from behind, the tight wet tunnel enveloping the shaft snugly, juices coating its length like a carwash
Brunette Tattoo. .
. Instead her hand buried itself in my hair once more, not roughly but enough to let me know I was going wherever she wanted me to, and when I put out my palms in front of me they landed on her bare thighs. Like before, her voice barely rose above a conversational tone, but it held an strict intensity that would make a drill Sergeant proud
