Love Her Hardcore

Who Will Win

"Gracias puta, I love you, like a sun on the beach." He is massaging in her. He felt relaxing exhaustion and peace in his mind.

"Her codename is Miss Thailand. Tom Powers, our dear Spaniard, you should know our assets names by now."

"Dear, king of dutch Podlas Pirdila, I am too busy letting go of her with my troubles."

He lights another cigarette in a corner, watching their love nest.

Pirdila is smoking and sitting naked near the open window overseeing bright palm seacoast.

"But yes, she is a great cock sucker, amigos."

"I love you. I want to suck all white lanes in Washington." She spoke.

"Yes, you can hit your face with white powder over your face if you lie too us." He continues to finish in her his Spanish job.

"I think she is asking for her job promotion." Pirdila was smiling, looking at two lovebirds in their wet love nest.

She grabs his dark hair and kisses him deep in his mouth to feel him ejaculate white load in protection he was wearing.

"You are like a cat with nine lives but you will lose them once." He took off his ninth piece of protection and met her gaze with his pulsing love gun.

"But first you suck my cock Miss Narak." He spoke thinking he must finish his fun before he leaves back to Spain after completing his inspection.

The morning before, he asked him for his holiday girl's service escort one more time. He could open deeper into her can of worms. They could party and sweat a good stress off.

Therefore, his Spanish companion could take a flight back to Europe feeling well, assured and stress relieved the polish man is a talented director.

He was grabbing her ass on the way from the underground car park, intimidating her and creating kinaesthetic escalation.

Her body became used to their touches so she could spread her saliva.

Her play of a shy virgin, the next door girlfriend, was a noble act to let them grow their temptations further. It was a tool for the act of love.

Her white cotton pleated skirt was swaying to sides with her height perfect shape, bottom escorting their hands, squeezing it and stroking it to sides all the way to their bedroom bed.

It was a turn to take her shoulders and, with trusting push, push her back to a bed. She fell and smiled, letting her spread legs look two foreign men in the eyes.

They took no time to begin the satanic witchcraft ritual, seeing her saliva juice alarming them.

Her daisy spread honeycomb is ready.

They spoke.

"Bravo."

It was hot for two non-native men. They slipped off their swimming trunks, joining her in the bed, sharing a cigarette while one was taking a break from the younger woman.

They were her scientific advisers exploring the depths of the universe in her day dreams earning her money.

When she was visiting her business partners. Her mother was greeting her future son-in-law.

Mrs Narak's brown stripe was with Yuri Tilsi.

A wedding gift from her half way open panties, she was enjoying her son's free ride.

She stops jumping on their family bed to let him know she is in charge.

"She will soon become Mrs Tilsi. I am so proud of my little girl."