Frankie tea bagging time with Aria Rose on the couch
Morgan went back to the window and stared so hard her eyes burned. Mistress Rosalyn commanded the girl as she took hold amateur of the leach at the feline’s clit, pulling her along towards the newly set arrangements of pipes on the floor. Her hands journey through my body as she continues where she left off kissing my neck. Like she had just pissed and didn’t dry her pussy.
Continue reading “Frankie tea bagging time with Aria Rose on the couch”