<strong>Miss Orchid</strong><br/><br/>Desdemona moaned appreciatively when Jones moved his rod into position and then swiftly penetrated her damp hole. He was respectively sized, working at the Gulch Desdemona had enjoyed all shapes and sizes. The mischief twinkled in her eyes as she stared back up at him as he kept his rod buried up to the hilt inside her snatch. Her walls snuggly massaged his rod as she wrapped both legs around her waist and seemingly tried to pull him closer still.<strong> “Fuck me darling… mmmmmmmmmm”</strong>She bit her lip suggestively as she waited her John to pump her pussy. She hadn’t really appreciated how much she needed a fuck herself until she had arrived at the brothel. It was a blessing that old Man Harris had called when he did. She got into a comfortable position to take the pounding he was no doubt readying himself to give her.