Soleful Healing Sessions With India Summer

“Oh, god, yes!”
The sounds of her orgasm drew my attention away from Kurt. Her eyes locked on my shaft. XXX I arched my eyebrow. I was getting bored. I couldn’t help but stare at her own thighs, just a hint of my pearly futa-cum squeezed out between them as my seed leaked out of her snatch. I turned back from my wife, a smile crossing my lips. “Oh, my god. “Yeah,” Kurt grunted. “Well, your vow not to have sex with Becky Woodward lasted all of five seconds,” the strange woman said, older, in her early thirties, black hair framing her narrow face. Her blue eyes fluttered as she rode me so hard. Well, some pussy would probably calm my nerves. “You can take it,” Tiffany whimpered. She shook her head. “Something familiar for you,” Dona said, giving him a wink. I pulled up the purple skirt I wore, exposing the lilac boy shorts. I felt so important as I walked with my entourage through the studio.