A TRIBUTE to the KING

Tongue Twisting Twat

Two of his lubed fingers found their way into her tiny little fault. Shona gasped.
“You’re hurting me.”
“You’ll beg for it before I’m done,” snarled Brandon. Withdrawing his hand, he lay back on the bed, holding Shona by the thighs as she sat on his face. He was drooling. His curled tongue explored her puckering inner pussy lips, so warm, wet, and velvety. Her fragrant cunt sauce dripped onto his lips and he slurped up every drop.
“Do it Brandon. Please do it now! Ohhhh.”

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