Her flaps shook like a weak bridge in a storm, slowly getting more and more loose, she let out a hefty moan as tuna brine spunked out of her wrinkled beef slices. Gita bit her pillow as her moist meaty chunks flew out of her pertruding minge and after shooting through the air. It was then that she realised she just had a quim spazm
by gita 11111 August 2, 2008