Hexentanz
Daniella's dark descent into her stepson's world of pain and pleasure.
Tracing shadows on the ceiling as James lay on top of her, Daniella was barely conscious of his slim cock ineffectively winding its way back and forth through her pussy. Her mind drifted instead to the smell of leather and whiskey, to muscles rippling under inked skin and to the percussive force of heavy, silver-buckled, boots… “Ah, ah, aaaahhh, oh, ahhh, mmmh.” She felt James' semen moisten her pussy like a dripping tap...