Aubrianne Ivanov

Jada and Ivan were hungrily kissing and attacking each other. Jada had done her thing, and her dress lay neatly on the sofa while being careful not to rip Ivan's clothes off.

She remained in her brassiere.

Ivan's hand slid up her thighs and palms her heat, quickly slipping a finger in, and his body trembled with need at the feel of her wet, dripping c*nt as her juices ran down his fingers "Goddess, so wet for me." he groaned into the kiss as if strained and in pain as his shaft hardened in his pants.

His length was straining against his zipper and dying to be released...