Blowing Off Steam Lane Colten Vol. 1

“Yeah, coach. Think we can do what we did the last time. It feels really good.” I stand, bracing myself against the shower wall and present my coach-cunt to him.

Lane walked behind me, but all I saw was the massive bat he was swinging. His tongue traced up and down my trench covering my hole in spit. He used his thumb to push more moisture inside.

“Coach, can I put it inside of you?” was more of a warning than a question, as my hole buckled under the pressure of his enormous helmet bulldozing his entire length inside my chute before I could respond. VISIT TWINK TOP OFFICIAL SITE