“Come on. Indian porn Pete was hard and his cock was still wet with Candace’s spit. She reached into Brad’s lap, gripped his cock, and started stroking it in her milky white fist. “That’s too much.”
“You can take it,” Pete whispered. Hurry up”
Betty opened her mouth like she was told. He had to grab Betty’s hips and pull her down on his cock. “Shouldn’t you turn on the camera?” she asked. He started stuffing his dick deeper, pushing as many inches as he can. His shaft ran over her tongue and Pete felt his cheeks close on his cock. Hurry up>”
He granted her wish and shoved hard inside her. “Plus I’m good at fucking on camera.”
“Well lets see it sweetie”
She was good at it. Pete started his porn company with three cameras and a few lacrosse team jocks that wanted to reel in easy puss. I’m a little worn out.” Pete said with a wink. He put his hand on the back of her head and started to push down. Brad came back ready for the next interview but Pete was ready to go home.
