アナンガ・ランガ Vol. 83
#402071 - I had been so caught up in feeling the piss soaked sheets under my feet and wanting my cock to find a new home deep in Cassandra’s throat, that I had almost totally forgotten about the Olympic-level synchronized Pisstraveganza. There wasn’t any malice in the sound. Curiosity forced my eyes open again, and my feet began to carry me towards the sound.