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Shaz
Shaz's folks were totally outraged when she suggested over the dinner table that she needed more cock. So they sold her off quickly and silently to the dog meat factory, where she was kept chained up in a leather bondage outfit, and test fed all the new brands of dog biscuit.
On his annual inspection of the bowels of the factory, the general manager noticed her fit curvy figure and smooth white skin, and realized her potential of being his back office back passage private sex toy. Having been fed on a disgusting diet for months, Shaz had developed an exceptional appetite for frothed seamen, and had her own technique. Similar to a froth maker for café latte, she used her cock sucker's mouth to alternately suck, dribble and blow bubbles thru her director's cum, till it was a thick lathery goo all over her face.
So there I am at the open day special tour of the dog meat factory, and I peaked thru a door and saw this amazing creature wearing a white cotton Victorian blouse, white fishnets and a pair of butterfly panties with her cock hanging out surrounded by a great fuzz of soft black pubes. Never missing a trick, I crept in, locked the door and got my cock out. This girl was straight down on me. I was straight down on her, and then off. I shaved her bald and then parked her back in my throat. After fucking Shaz in this private sex den, she got out some old bondage gear from a draw and said, hey I want café latte. See the video. |
You can see from the preview page, it is real, you know exactly what you get.
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