I Don't Care What Kind Of Mind Games You Have to Play For Yourself

My little voodoo dick doll. That rope bites. She pokes it, strokes it, works her Helix Hart pressure on it until he's a mess. Two tight milked ruins. Then she paints his tongue with his own load. His eyes look up at her and say goddess. A good toy is what he is. She got everything she came for. He got the broken mind and wrecked cock to show for it.