Even his feet were encased in the full body suit. Milf sex Bayonetta, seeing that he had run out of slack, set the paint can down by the sofa and walked over to unlock and disconnect the chain. That’s the way she wanted it. There was a suitcase, a shopping bag and what looked like a standard one gallon can of paint on the floor. Jeanne threw her head back and snarled like an animal as her balls slapped into his chin over and over. Bayonetta grabbed the straps of his bondage hood and continued to push into him. “Well, are you going to invite me in or should I just stand in your foyer all day?”
Bayonetta rolled her eyes. Now it’s time for the cream filling!”
She wasted no time bringing the tip of her giant schlong to his waiting pucker. The formidable anal intruder certainly wasn’t helping either. Each time she pummeled his uvula, jamming her full foot and a half of hot beef back down his throat.
