Vanessa’s vertical smile was bouncing up and down on a hard-on. Plap, plap, plap. Almost like a sneaker squishing in the mud. But it’s not only the sound that will blow you away. You can count on the amateur, rough camera shots too.
Plap, plap, plap. Vanessa went on horsebackriding on her man’s lovestick, as he grabbed and mashed and licked her heavyweight juggs. The guy was about to shoot out his splooge when Vanessa screeched to a full stop and figured out if he could fit his shaft, which kept on growing, into her mouth. Fwap! It did. Her neck snaked to and fro the dick. It was as if she was orally fixated to his wood. By the time it’s over, Vanessa had come to a conlusion: that it’s hard to went on with a wrinkled wang because he had already cummed long before she did.