It’s now time to take a closer look at these adolescent space warriors…
The fully lined black battle armor that the space troopers wear is super tight fitting and designed to be worn without undergarments. With machine like relentlessness, Justin floods Rhonda’s babymaker with 8 loads of his blond nut sludge, hopefully containing the one little wriggler that will get the job done and override the redhead’s genetic code. the stud smirks to himself, fulfilling the rule of three pact that he and Logan have to tongue every MILF into a triad of orgasms before fucking them. “Go for it, bro…I want her to at least even the score a little bit…” Logan replies. “Yo, I’m cool with knocking you up, but don’t you want some redheaded dude to get the job done…?” the handsome stud can’t resist asking her. The rule of three now satisfied, Logan can’t wait anymore; his hardened love pole is throbbing insistently. “Naw…all my sons were pure redheads…bright red hair and green eyes and freckles and they got teased so bad for it…I’m definitely going to water down the gene pool this time…” Rhonda replies with a giggle.
