Cái cu khổng lồ của Byron Gh đụ ướt át Naija cho đến khi cô ấy xuất tinh ở Kumasi

Jim, strangely now feeling almost calm, stepped into the elevator and turned around. He couldn’t remember. It had been disappointed when Jim hurried away from the swimmers who were trying to breed with him. This time, up close, there was no mistaking it. He guessed (correctly) that they were fashion models. Their hands moved faster and faster, their bodies arching and twisting. Finally his hips bucked one last time, pressing as deep as he could inside her, and he cried out as he came, his seed spilling into her womb. In fact he was throbbing with need, feeling as if he hadn’t had sex in a month instead of mere seconds. Pleading with him, needing him. The four fashion models entered the hotel, saw him, and rushed towards his elevator, running impressively quickly despite their high heels. As Jim would find out later, the three joggers were actually college soccer players from Shenyang, in town all week for a pan-Asian tournament.