Filthy Fu*ck Dreams
She dropped into a wide-legged forward fold first, ass high, leggings stretched taut over her curves.
Jason's cock stirred in his shorts, the sight pulling him forward with the group. Hands roamed immediately his own palming her ass cheek, feeling the firm muscle flex under thin fabric.
Others stripped too: shirts tossed, shorts kicked aside, cocks springing free, pussies bared and glistening. Gwen arched back, moaning as fingers hooked her waistband, yanking the leggings down to mid-thigh, exposing her shaved pussy lips, already slick and parting.
The mirrors multiplied the view Infinite Gwens bent and exposed, asses reflecting back from every angle. "Touch me," she commanded, breath hitchi
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