Stöhnende indische Desi-Schlampe wird von weißem Schwanz gefickt | Spucken | POV

“Thanks,” he mumbled, trying to focus on the numbers in front of him rather than the soft swell of her breasts. Kassie didn’t even watch them go. Sommer took a deep breath and walked out of the room, her shoulders squared. “Come in with me,” she said as she parked the car. One by one, the popular girls began to arrive at Bailey’s house, each making her own kind of entrance—like stars stepping onto a red carpet, radiating confidence, drama, and high-stakes gossip. Sommer took a deep breath and walked out of the room, her shoulders squared. She had to keep it up, to make sure the video was convincing enough. That’s not just a video, it’s exploitation!”

Sommer took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the effort to maintain her cool. She had stumbled in the dark, tripping over a chair that had been carelessly left in the hallway. “Licking your hard cock, up and down.”

Her finger slid into her, the sensation almost unbearable as she watched her own performance. Wu stood frozen, red-faced, heart racing—trying to remember how walking worked. She knew this was just the beginning. As if she hadn’t just sold a piece of her soul for their relationship not to end.