Wolk
The howny wabbit
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Agent Shaggid
He laughed at her pleas, although pausing for a moment to caress and probe her wet sex.
"I think you're lying, Rayne," he grinned, pumping her pussy with his fingers a few times, then brining them back up right before her eyes.
"You're enjoying this," he stated, wiggling the shiny, moist fingers before her; shiny with her own juices of arousal. "Look how wet you are. You dirty little whore, you're looking forward to having big, hard cocks and dildos shoved inside your tight, wet cunt. Say it isn't so," he dared her, then immediately delivered another slap straight over her clit.
He continued to hit her sensitive and sensual spot, while the other hand went ahead to roam her big breasts, groping and squeezing roughly. He then took a small swing and landed that palm with a slap across her nipple, then over the other. In tandem with her pussy, her bouncing tits began sanding signals into her mind, telling it what kind of hard, hot attention her body was getting, and how helpless she was to stop or lessen it.
"I can do anything I want to you," he drove the point home with a grin, and from it she must have been able to read exactly what kinds of wants he had in mind.
He laughed at her pleas, although pausing for a moment to caress and probe her wet sex.
"I think you're lying, Rayne," he grinned, pumping her pussy with his fingers a few times, then brining them back up right before her eyes.
"You're enjoying this," he stated, wiggling the shiny, moist fingers before her; shiny with her own juices of arousal. "Look how wet you are. You dirty little whore, you're looking forward to having big, hard cocks and dildos shoved inside your tight, wet cunt. Say it isn't so," he dared her, then immediately delivered another slap straight over her clit.
He continued to hit her sensitive and sensual spot, while the other hand went ahead to roam her big breasts, groping and squeezing roughly. He then took a small swing and landed that palm with a slap across her nipple, then over the other. In tandem with her pussy, her bouncing tits began sanding signals into her mind, telling it what kind of hard, hot attention her body was getting, and how helpless she was to stop or lessen it.
"I can do anything I want to you," he drove the point home with a grin, and from it she must have been able to read exactly what kinds of wants he had in mind.