Wet tongue laps at lips. The beef curtains are so, so far apart. Milf sex He stokes it. Nightsoil pleasures the head. Balls get shitty as they bounce against hot preteen shitty crack. It dribbles down the slippery latex. Shelly sits in brainwashed obedience as he comes to her. Shelly is almost brain-dead. Pump. Nobody’s but her own! Thank heavens she can no longer smell herself! Foam begins to spurt from Shelly’s once beautiful mouth, the thick white foam of a body robbed of the commanding touch of a brain. Her poonanny is still all wide and juicy. Shelly is sat before a table in a large, dank chamber. She sits in her own faeces. He makes love to her mouth. She hates it so, so much. So good. Lips notice not. Her eyes flutter. Shelly surrenders to her smelly urges. She breathes yesssss, yesssssssssssssssssss as she thrusts her head into the thick ripe smelly Paella. Mouth pumps without thought, lips sloppy with Paella as it continues to obey its hot, smelly instinct.
