Hairy Miss Mae Lae currently on the heaviest part of her cycle

310091   2 years ago
anonymous | 162 subscribers
310091   2 years ago
Sharp for a tongue, between her lips, between her hips, blossoms like a tulip. A razors caress, a mistress distressed, a groan emitted, in legs well parted. Foes of the night, offers primal delight, a proper desire, alit like fire. This siren's call is her own fall, from out to in, from taunt to win. She fell free from proper, became last supper, in her last winter, she made love to a vampire