Emily wong switched on her flashlight. Indian hot sex Times had changed indeed. She couldn’t believe what she saw. It was such a valued item she didn’t think it possible most of the time to think of a treasure to be buried with any body. It felt it’s ecrection slip past the ceremonial wrappings. She turned her back on the forsaken man taking a good look at the sceptre talking to herself about it. Hear she was, someplace she never thought she’d be in, a tomb to call her own. She moaned so loudly he wondered to himself if the pharohs guards would hear, or if there were even if there were pharohs guards anymore. Her soft, firm ass cheeks felt amazing against it’s dick, it had not had such good ass since the very first time he raped a woman. She whipped it out and spun around firing once.
The mummy loomed it’s eyes at the wound in it’s chest. He slowly started to rub the incredibly tight asshole. The mummy was contorted in several different ways, it’s head was to it’s side, it’s back was arched, every individual finger was bent in one way or another.
