Mông Em Sinh Ra Là để Anh Doggy, Chất Lượng Rau Sạch

Subject was probably menstruating at time of death. He is similarly dressed. You watch as the man plants himself between your legs and fishes his cock free from his fly. “I will now take inventory of the subject’s possessions. I think I’m going to nut already darling!”

“Do it! You head is propped up on the woman’s lap, allowing for a much better look at your own body. Soon your peeing without the woman having to push down on you. Hair is light brown, straight, and extends down to the small of her back. You’re dead and in a morgue. You started to get the feeling that their obsession with this may come from them not being able to have kids. Especially if you were going commando while dressed like some cheap skank. She’s absolutely soaked!”

“That’s right darling. The woman once again is standing over you. She’s absolutely soaked!”

“That’s right darling. You feel as her fingers spread you open, and delve deep into your depths.