I bet you wank a lot, Father. Father Michael’s nose pushed into that cameltoe. Michael was transfixed. Her knee was trembling now, she herself was so excited…
“You’re working for Satan now, Father and He wants you to enjoy me. A lycra-spandex boob top, open at the bottom so it sort of hung over her tits, which were bare underneath and jiggled as she moved. She continued to buck on him and he put his hands up the flimsy top and kneaded those beautiful, upturned tits. so I need forgiveness … Read 24729 times |
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The spasms had just died away when her voice came back to him.. She was wearing a once-white satin thong and said thong was partially embedded in the deep cleft of a cameltoe cunt. Do you want to find out what happens when Father Michael visits the commune? The girls pointy tongue was now licking under the glans and she was collecting his filth in her mouth. Fucking jesus! Does it smell good?
