Lynne begins to cum herself at last, the release she’s craved, her orgasm coming in waves, each cresting a bit higher than the last
BDSM Joanna Angel. She puts the collar back on, fastens the buckle, and gets her purse off the seat beside her. She tries to speak, to ask if it is over, but can only manage a dry croak, her consciousness fading fast
. . Your ever loving Mom
Lynne begins to cum herself at last, the release she’s craved, her orgasm coming in waves, each cresting a bit higher than the last
BDSM Joanna Angel. She puts the collar back on, fastens the buckle, and gets her purse off the seat beside her. She tries to speak, to ask if it is over, but can only manage a dry croak, her consciousness fading fast
. . Your ever loving Mom
Lynne begins to cum herself at last, the release she’s craved, her orgasm coming in waves, each cresting a bit higher than the last
BDSM Joanna Angel. She puts the collar back on, fastens the buckle, and gets her purse off the seat beside her. She tries to speak, to ask if it is over, but can only manage a dry croak, her consciousness fading fast
. . Your ever loving Mom
German Classic from the 90 s