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Added: September 27, 2018 |
Category: BDSM
It was called the Stallion I figured it was going to be some machine with a name when they informed me. I was happily proved wrong. To feel the machine again felt good and thumping on the rubber dong into my dripping grasp! The first time I eased it in my shaven harbor I was worried it would strike an embarrassing rhythm, but some of my grandparents had told me just how good it was so I always kept an open mind (and pussy). Shortly I was thankful I’d because the enjoyment giver’s stroke hit my G-spot again and again! Check it out! |
2018-09-27
