She is 100% black leather, from the points of her high-collared vest to the toes of her knee-high boots. He is all doughy hairy skin as he lies prostate on the dungeon floor, except for a tight, black patent-leather thong that squeezes rolling hills from his plump hips. She leans over the man's rump, rubs a furry cheek for aim, cocks her hand a good meter back and delivers a thunderclap wallop. Then she slings a high-heeled boot over his back and, straddling his haunches, spanks and rubs in rapid succession: hot sting, warm caress, hot sting again. Without missing a...
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