Japanese love story 001
She could make out some of his features now as he stood over her and sheathed his weapon. Momentarily; his attention turned to the dead woman’s breasts. I replied. The sound of her trying to scream past the choke of it filled him with a deeper, more vicious hunger, and he fucked her chest with his cock and her mouth with the gun faster, more violently, rocking her tiny frame japanese back and forth, back and forth, all of her belonging to porn him, all of her trembling beneath him. “Hey you old fuck, why didn’t you tell me that-” and I stopped, having interrupted Prestira Rasloraca and her exotic female partner mid-mutual-cunnilingus.
