“I-Augh…I-I’m- Hnnngh Naugh…I’m cumming–”
“Lana, are you home?” A mature masculine voice announces from the bottom floor, ringing the doorbell impatiently. I remember when you and Maddison played that silly game all day. “I’m comfortable with it if you are, sir.” Lana replies, turning towards him with her hands behind her back. I don’t want to cross any boundaries.” Nonetheless, he lies, testing if his suspicions about the girl’s intentions are correct. “Sure, Mr.Hemsworth. Meanwhile, his other hand smacks her ass, leaving a large red imprint on her small hip. Nngh!” The minx groans, enjoying how the dominant’s testicles slap against her vagina. Just give me a few seconds to find it, please.” Lana states, softly giggling as she turns around and seductively walks over to her drawers as if he doesn’t know the package is on her desk.
