#42 drunk, happily confused, an impressionist painting in front of me: pale pink spots, sienna brushstrokes, blond, gray, pitch black bushes, shaded edges, sinuous softness and sudden virile tensions… it is a dark haired head who bends down to welcome that imperious erection in her warm mouth? Lower your leg without moving a millimeter M., that your tongue continues to sweeten the rhythmic slamming of my balls on Calamity's sex. Her sumptuous galloping ass limits the radius of my gaze, let me see Calamity's sensual and decisive action, her prompt response to my every thrust, to your every greedy lick: a vehement lunge, a sleight of hand that makes S.'s cock disappear right down her throat. Here, now the contours become clearer, the beauty fills my pupils and swells my cock. Heaven must not be much different from what this mirror reflects.
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Date: 24-10-2021 12:50:48
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