Gagging on Mea Melone’s Massive Tits During a Rough Interrogation

“Oh, please!” I begged. Vxxx I had to admit everything she did was sensuous. The soft hum repeated, disrupting my thoughts, and I recognized the sound of my phone in vibrate mode. When I was finished, I looked up to see Stacey finish coating a healthy-sized lock of Jenny’s hair with the nectar leaking from her labia. The gasp was from the sudden heat inside me, not reluctance. I turned on the phone and moaned with the pleasure of obeying Stacey. My teeth drew blood on the back of my hand when I exploded a millisecond after handing the phone to a triumphant Stacey. I could tell her to run, to hang up; my empty bladder clenched.