Duration: 10:30
Views: 177
Submitted: 3 days ago
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She moved through night air, body molded to gold lights of the city, ass trailing like a second sun. Pools laps chop as she turns, his head bends, and that ass shines its own light. Words decay to mormors, lips sneaking up, her mind silent as a shaken rainbow as his hands mark yearning on all that flesh. Hard at last in hands, seated between thighs, tongue dancing up, curling tighter than her body parallel, drawing ragged moan from face—more river, more to sail through. Hard as, next, astride, her turn to pilot his pole, climbing that deep dick in waves, backwed to creak, crack, slip—jaws slack as leak, ripples join, water emphasizing all sheuti up, spit-swapping uses of that body, sale, till soft humbles her ride, accumulations on face, waiting beyond the wave.