Lollipop Effect

Lollipop Effect

“That is exactly what I wanted” I say, watching her continue sliding her jeans down to her ankles, keeping her ass up futa as high in the Miranda air as she can. fantasy Rodney pulled off his pants and lay on top of Jessica’s body. In between each shot of my goo that splattered into the pool below me a trail of clear jizz connected my cumhole to the growing mess on the floor. He was self-conscious about his body, he was not an athlete, and he was porn skinny and almost hairless.

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