Sarah Vandella

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Mr. Vandella hasn't been “cutting the mustard” as of late and professional help was in order. I dragged my good-for-nothing husband down so that Dr. Jack Napier could offer his service since my hubby was lacking in the bedroom. I made sure to wear my skankiest outfit to off my cleavage as I verbally tore into the limp meat I married. Dr. Napier's radical remedy of having me become his fuck slave was the only cure. Mr.Vandella sat like a dummy while I gagged and spat on the black behemoth that was in between the good doctor's legs. My eyes lit up like a shooting star with each inch of that I successfully stuffed down my esophagus. I thought our session would end there,but my aching loins needed a second opinion. My husband was getting excellent pointers while Dr. Napier's throbbing cock went balls on a normally neglected . My tits shook all over the doctor's office while I got fucked by a that truly knew how to treat a girl. The entire fiasco wasn't without a verbal assault on my hubby's eardrums as I constantly reminded him that his shortcomings made him less than a man. My new cuckold took notice as my airtight 's seal was broken by a , and Mr.Vandella's eyes locked in on this interracial sex rendezvous. My entire couldn't stop shaking the orgasms Jack's was inflicting and my tiny, toes were soon covered with his ghetto slop. I very well couldn't put my designer shoes back on those cum-drenched ! I had the loser clean up my ten piggies.

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