“Damn,” Mr. The droplets glittered like falling stars in the stage lights. Indian porn sex The Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy built towards its finish, milk spurting over and over from Cass’s nipples. I gasped, shaken out of my reverie of Sabrina’s delicious voice. “Yes,” she hissed, stroking my girl-cock faster. Her voice warbled, but she kept singing the lyrics even as rapture crossed her face. I couldn’t quite place it. “And she’s going to give one patriotic performance.”
Sabrina sauntered from off-stage wearing flashy, thigh-high boots covered in red, white, and blue rhinestones. I licked my lips and shoved my hand between her thighs. I shook my head, trying not to wince every third note as her voice warbled. It was terrible. “But with a naughty twist.” Sabrina sauntered towards the judges table. I kept fingering Amelia’s pussy, stirring up her pregnant snatch while she idly stroked my girl-dick during through performance. My futa-cum fired, splattering the bottom of the judge’s table. My futa-dick throbbed. “Though still not the naughtiest burlesque show I’ve seen in Sin City.”
“Shame you can’t talk about that,” Amelia said, a grin on her lips. She groaned, low and throaty.
