"How does that karmic wedgie taste, you arrogant western slut!?" Wei-Ling roared as she rolled out from underneath her opponent and stood up behind her. The ferocious wedgie held Ophelia trapped in an extremely compromising ' 'S'-shaped pose, her head and ass lifted high above the floor by her own stretchy undergarments. The Easterner couldn't hold back an impressed whistle when she saw how thin the panties had been stretched -- it was practically a string of yarn that clung to the white woman's body, floss (Patreon)
Published:
2018-10-07 06:53:00
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2021-12