Hungry For A Thick, Lengthy Rod, Mrs. Harriet’s Begging For It

I’d never seen her wear anything but black jeans, aside from the sweatpants. XXX Her hair was still black and the nose ring still in place. “Tell me what?”
“What I do in my spare time.”
Now my curiosity was definitely piqued. She guided my wet cock into her sopping pussy. I pulled a pillow out from under the sheet. We needed a break. Our mouths were open exhaling hot breath into each other’s face, eyes locked on each other’s. In, out, angle to side, to the other side, up, down, fastball to the cervix, slow internal rotation, grind on the clit another fastball to the cervix. Her nose flared and her teeth were gritted together. My cock was enveloped in a warm wetness. She was naked, spread eagled on the bed.

Hungry For A Thick, Lengthy Rod, Mrs. Harriet’s Begging For It

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