Just watch as she puts her own essential oils to good use.
It's like a shake weight for your dick.
Pick a nice quiet place like a fucking hallway to go to town on each other.
She must be. We can't figure out how she fit all that dick inside that tiny slit.
But he can. On it and inside it. Lucky dude.
Look at her go! Her tits bounce higher than my rent check.
So that's what Peter Pan's shadow is up to these days...
But there's nothing wrong with a helping mouth or an extra pair of tits, right?
Keep your shirt on. This ain't your momma's house, it's a classy establishment.
Contrary to the sign behind them, something tells me he's not fucking her ass out of love.
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