Alison Angel Teabag
Alison angel quietly strips off her dress, unhooks her bra, and steps out of her panties. She lays down on the white couch with her feet in the air, her legs spread, her head hanging over the edge of the cushion. Her left hand flutters on her clit, rubbing it, pulling on it, stopping only to push two well-manicured fingers deep into her vagina. Alison’s right hand plays with her breasts. Her pink nipples are aroused, rigid, pouting. He moves forward towards her open mouth. Alison squeezes her tits together, presenting perfect cleavage for penetration. He pulls out from between her boobs and puts just the tip in her mouth. She sucks greadily on the head…



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