The Pink French - Conclusion
Erotic Substance (Explicit)
Excerpt
Down south I went, running my mouth over freckle upon freckle until I got to her red hot fire crotch. It really was like a flame shooting out from what lies beneath. I brought Tiff’s thighs up and apart, giving me full view of the truffle between them. So shiny and pink, I leaned down for a taste.
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