Рюкзак High Peak "Kilimanjaro 70", синий

True her emotions were flat and listless, but her physical self was built to a high peak now and was in need of release. "Can't… can't… can't… uhhhh… AAAGGHHHHH!! Here it coommess! EEEYAGHHHH!!" And his pumping, powering cock suddenly blasted a heavy load of burning jism into the depths of her quaking cunt, sending blast after blast of heavy cum flooding her hole. Bernadette kept pumping her body, pounding viciously against his crotch, raking her nails into his ass, forcing him to shove his meat again and again into the velvet, silken sheath of her cunt as it clutched and sucked and squeezed every last drop of jism from his withering poker. At the last second a small feeling hit her, but it was as if a pail of water had been dashed against her body when she had been expecting a rainstorm. Christ! She'd make him fuck her again. This time she would not only get her own rocks off, but would find that lost sensation. Damn it all to hell! She would learn to fuck with men other than those in her family if it killed her! "Drew," she said, as he pulled out and fell onto the bed beside her. "Before I leave, you're going to give me a good and proper fucking." Bernadette was really on fire now, in dire need of a good climax ...»