Blonde bombshell grinding on the dance floor

Her pussy hugged his cock and Pete couldn’t hold back anymore. Sex video Betty started grunting, animal-like, and Pete wrapped his arms around hers, laying them both down on the couch. He ran the head about her lips giving her precum lipstick before pushing into her wet mouth. She moaned and Pete moaned and put his hands on his shoulder, squeezing. “Come on. “Want another hundred?”
“Im too sore” Betty said and crossed her legs. She moaned and squealed switching up depending on the spot he hit. He could see the resemblance between her and Amy, especially that bright red hair, but he’d bet his right nut she wasn’t even in high school yet. “That’s too much.”
“You can take it,” Pete whispered.