Celeste was thrown down like this.
After Ezra took the pillow from the head of the bed and put it under her stomach, he impatiently tore off the pajamas on Celeste's body, revealing her white t**s.
"No..."
Celeste's first reaction was to cover her chest, but Ezra shackled her hands on the bed.
During the struggle, the boobs flickered with the movement, dazzling the man's eyes.
Ezra was like a child begging for milk, buried in the towering twin peaks, biting, licking, and sucking.
"Hmm...no..." The man's actions were a little rough, which made Celeste frown and moan in pain. "Don't bite... um... it hurts..."
Hard teeth grind the sensitive milk beans, and a row of neat tooth marks are printed on the red areola, very erotic.
"Ezra… don't bite...um..."
"What are you talking about?"
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