Ebony Beauty Maserati Pleasures Herself With Delicious Wet Strokes

It took me a second to figure out how to breath during this brutal facefucking, with several failed attempts sending more of that mixture through my nostrils. While he had been opening me up like a gift, the brown one had kept his grip on my head, and while I had been lifted up so the silver one could have easier access to the juicy bits, my throat shifted to allow him to delve deeper. Lubrication wasn’t an issue, with as turned on as I was, and his frequent gushes, I could not be any more soaked. Before me was the pack of werewolves, returned from their hunt. Frantically, I picked up the pace. They were quite hard, but very smooth, and using the own pre-cum, I was able to pick up the pace on my strokes.