
Sara Jay and Miya Stone just hit Twitter with a filthy promise. If their World Cup picks win, they’ll suck every fan who shows up. For now though, the lucky bastard Ralph Long gets to take first crack. He’s already got them naked and spread out, driving his cock into both dripping cunts while they moan like bitches in heat. He slams them hard enough to make the bed squeak, forces louder whimpers every time he bottoms out. Each girl takes it deep, claws at the sheets, begs him not to stop. They sound like a pair of filthy dogs howling, voices breaking every time he switches between them. Ralph keeps pounding, sweat rolling down his back, balls slapping against slick skin until he finally unloads with a grunt they feel down to their toes.
Sara Jay and Miya Stone just hit Twitter with a filthy promise. If their World Cup picks win, they’ll suck every fan who shows up. For now though, the lucky bastard Ralph Long gets to take first crack. He’s already got them naked and spread out, driving his cock into both dripping cunts while they moan like bitches in heat. He slams them hard enough to make the bed squeak, forces louder whimpers every time he bottoms out. Each girl takes it deep, claws at the sheets, begs him not to stop. They sound like a pair of filthy dogs howling, voices breaking every time he switches between them. Ralph keeps pounding, sweat rolling down his back, balls slapping against slick skin until he finally unloads with a grunt they feel down to their toes.