Popping Fu ting's Cherry pt-5

"Mmmf! Aggh! Little Chen, faster!"

Fu ting's fingers clenched the bedsheets, her nails digging into the soft mattress, His punishing thrusts sent waves of pleasure, She grinded her hips with a renewed pace, informing him to match her speed.

Fu ting soaked in his masculine aura, predatory glaze and his inhumane length, She closed her eyes as she focused on feeling the pleasure vividly, Her fleshy pussy was like a throat of an anaconda, the inside wall of her sleeves clinged to his throbbing cock, trying to suck the yang essence out of his shaft.

Smack! Smack!

Xiao Chen slapped her juicy buttocks, and a crimson handprint appeared on her ass cheeks.

Xiao chen was really losing his mind, He wanted to fuck her harder, knock her up, mess up her insides, He wanted to make her desperate for his cock and He wanted to carve in his slutty mom's mind that taking backshots is a daily ritual, Her pussy should feel lonely and long for his scorching meat.