An escort. Her cunt was dripping. xxx hd You know, leave marks, but they have to be below the clothing line. There was a knock at the door. She had been so pent up in the past weeks and she had worked hard and stressed out and now it was time to relieve herself of all that. That’s when he started with the dirty talk. Her cunt was dripping. She could hear his zipper and belt being fumbled with, pants hitting the floor. Her john pounded meat into her and clapped his hands onto her ass, making it ripple with each spanking. He was pretty big, over six feet, and muscular. She was a bit stressed out. Carmella was a visual artist.
