After the show was over, Kyle went backstage. Milf sex He wanted to live off them; he wanted to make money from them–lots of money. “Going to give you the prick every day.”
She climaxed twice before he shot his load in her. “Fuck!” he cried. “Ohh, oh Daddy, ahh,” she panted with passion and hunched back at him. It was like a golden-red peach ripe to eat. It was hot and arousing. The last time he had seen her, she wasn’t a “harlot”; now–she was a paid sex performer. After the show was over, Kyle went backstage. “It’s huge.”
He clasped her head and shoulder and pushed down on her. “Ah, what a tongue! Most of the other people sitting in the club did the same. “Ahh, I want it every day. “Oh yeah,” he huffed at the sensation of his prick sliding between her lips and into her warm wet mouth. He didn’t hesitate.
