Nylon Facesitting – Sniffing The Divine Fragrance
I lower my voluptuous form onto his helpless, hooded face, my sheer pantyhose a silken barrier to his desperate breaths. Grinding with sadistic delight, I feel his tongue strain against the fabric, worshiping my divine ass as I smother him into oblivion. His body writhes beneath me, chest heaving, but I pin him down, my … Nylon Facesitting – Sniffing The Divine Fragrance
