Abella Danger’s Journey From Messy Oral To Passionate Cowgirl Action

Her cries turned into a scream of rage and she pounded her little fists into Malcolm. This must be horrible for her. She sobbed and withered and moaned in grief as he teased her little pussy. That gave him the reaction he wanted. He had only been gone a few minutes, just long enough to microwave another cup of herbal tea. She wept and whimpered as he dragged his Black blood covered cock across her perfect little face, smearing her blood across her pretty lips. He didn’t want to damage her too much. It was so bald and smooth and fresh and clean that he had to do it again, besides, anything to add a little agony to his little white bitch.