She used to make me beg her to fuck me, now she thought I looked cuter and more helpless when I was gagged. Fleeting thoughts running through my mind, like wind through a field of corn; after all what was I supposed to think about? How I ended up where I was or why I like it so much? I think part of it has to do with my philosophy in a relationship, sharing YouPorn Creampie Self. I like that.
Slapping her fat ass together