Throb. Xxx video I am on my back now. Throb. So smelly. Claw. He continues to pump his cock into his other fist. Babbling turns into long, frothy gurgles. Claw. His mighty hips rock back and forth a little, making deep rubbery squeaks. Stinks. I spasm onto my front. I can feel myself becoming brain-damaged. Makes the wrinkled leathery ball-sack bulge with slime. Hands go to the neckring, grasp, grasp, grasp. Gentle being sterilised by the throb. Brain cleansed of knowledge of how to control chocolate lips. Spastic twitches wrack my body. Stinks make my brain spasm a little. Feast. Head goes up, spastic, spastic, head goes down, spastic, spastic. So smelly. Spasms. Brain cleansed of knowledge of how to control chocolate lips. Up. Squeak. Rock. THROB. I soil myself.
