Operation "R"
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- Votes 7,884
- Chapitres 30
Contenu pour adultesTerminé mer., déc. 11, 20243h 24m
Through blurred eyes I saw Runa bit into the strawberry that was drenched in my cum. After not being able to cum for 3 times because of a strawberry in my pussy , I feel Ike I might pass out.
"Ty vyglyadish' tak krasivo, kogda konchayesh', detka" she said, pumping two fingers inside me. Fuck . Hearing her speak Russian might make me come again.
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Esmeralda , a 20-yr old girl loves reading her novels, she reads it wherever she goes. Whether it be in the grocery, to university, even on afternoon walks. Her biggest dream is to find someone like the guys in her novels "That a big dream of mine" she'd always say to herself. One day she realizes she has a stalker . Shes happy but scared at the same time. She's shocked when she sees her stalker, turns out it wasn't a guy it was a woman.
(TW❗️)
•Language
•Use of drugs
•Violence
•Stalking
•Smut
•Sexual Assault
•Use of sex toys
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