Lance's eyes darkened slightly, but he didn't move for a long time. His p***s head was touching her p***y, and she could even feel the heat on his d**k, and the excessive firmness, as if she felt Leyla's gaze. The veined c**k even throbbed a bit.
Why did he stop?
The feeling that all the pleasures came to an abrupt end was not good, Leyla's p***y shyly shrank, as if calling for a huge d**k to fill it up.
"Mr. King..." Leyla finally couldn't help but speak, her voice was as soft as ever.
"What?"
He asked knowingly!
Leyla was so angry that she was about to cry, but the thick and long genitals just didn't come in. The huge glans kept grinding on her cunt lips, causing the p***y to continuously secrete sensitive liquid, which completely opened up the joint between the two. Wet, it looked
