Goth Girl From Tinder Enjoys A Steamy Creampie Encounter

Turned up into a messy bun on her head. The other sock knotted up in the knee cuff falls out of my pants as I pull them on in the hall. Apparently my mornings visitor doesn’t mind sloppy seconds, and I wasn’t robbed. But the lacy booty shorts clinging to her ass get enough light to let me see how perfectly shaped it is. She is barren of hair. Today’s gonna be a good day. And my fat knob compresses as she works it past her gag reflex and into her throat. Her hard nipples are as thick as her pinky tips, and roughly the length of a new pencil’s eraser. Coffee now filling the nostrils, and bacon. It’s at this point that I get a look at her face up close.