It was end of July and I had an appointment at my gynaecologist for the yearly check-up
Gagging . “Are you enjoying my dick, bitch”, he asked, fucking me even harder.
Missionary. Ripping my blouse to shreds, buttons begin to fly and the material flutters to the ground. A switchblade appears and he pretends to stab me barely missing my cheek and eye, laughing at my pleas and streams of tears
It was end of July and I had an appointment at my gynaecologist for the yearly check-up
Gagging . “Are you enjoying my dick, bitch”, he asked, fucking me even harder.
Missionary. Ripping my blouse to shreds, buttons begin to fly and the material flutters to the ground. A switchblade appears and he pretends to stab me barely missing my cheek and eye, laughing at my pleas and streams of tears
It was end of July and I had an appointment at my gynaecologist for the yearly check-up
Gagging . “Are you enjoying my dick, bitch”, he asked, fucking me even harder.
Missionary. Ripping my blouse to shreds, buttons begin to fly and the material flutters to the ground. A switchblade appears and he pretends to stab me barely missing my cheek and eye, laughing at my pleas and streams of tears
