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Stella may thích được sử dụng
25:27
Đăng lên:08.06.2018 • Ẩn
This session was rough. I couldn't believe it could be. The last time my Master had me in his grip, I left tired and weak, weary from all the orgasms he made me have. I've never screamed so much. This time I couldn't scream at all. If his dick was in my mouth, it was deep down my throat. If he was pounding my pussy in, he would pop the ball gag in my mouth or stretch my mouth open with his hands. That was my favorite part. All I could really do is endure it all and enjoy. My arms were tied behind my back, my legs trembling from being kept in his lair all night, waiting for him to use me. He kept plunging his dick into me, spit oozing from my mouth, cream dripping from my pussy. I love it when he does this to me. Why? This isn't normal. Is it?
