GOLD CUCKOLD-P2
“Well aren’t you the early bird,” she said with a grin. The corno merest thought manso of that dumper had kept his right hand working overtime all semester. It was evident that Walt was ready to raise the stakes of the game to a much higher level than she was prepared to tolerate. My hips wiggled and stirred his cock around me. My breasts jiggled from the impacts of his crotch against my pubic mound. This time faster and harder.