Martina Smeraldi Gets Drenched After Rough Anal Session With Danny D

“Dude, you ARE a stud. I was no longer chasing it; I was about to fall into it. “Don’t be nervous, buddy.” Patrick told me. Everytime I battered past that tiny choke point, it felt like my dick was never going to fit, and then when I finally did batter past it, the overwhelming sexual rush was beyond de***********ion. Everytime I battered past that tiny choke point, it felt like my dick was never going to fit, and then when I finally did batter past it, the overwhelming sexual rush was beyond de***********ion. “We’re about to get this party started again, Andy. A night to remember, huh?” Patrick retrieved the plate again and began busily chopping the powder some more and reshaping the lines more neatly. And so it seemed like it never would; Patrick hungrily worked on my cock. He grinned at me in a cocky knowing way. Can I still have the other line?”
Patrick started howling with laughter.