Kol stared at her hard, his eyes blazing. He gripped it in a tangle of silken strands at the nape of her neck as she bobbed up and down his shaft. Japanese sex “Wait.” She turned to Fernando. Two – nothing is recorded, of that I give you my promise. Someone had gagged her with a bright red ball-gag. The Russian brunette moaned, her hands cupping the MMA fighter’s muscular shoulders. There was a glistening wetness between her thighs. Kol’s hand fisted in her hair tighter than ever as the beautiful brunette’s jaw rippled with so much effort. “And this is my woman. You two can switch places a little later. He craned his neck to look at Anya instead. Instead he just focused on the sensations around his cock…on Anya’s warm, moist mouth wrapped around his elongated penis… on the feeling of Anya’s tongue gently teasing his shaft as she played with his balls, massaging them
