Love me youngster

Sandora hunts young girls the way other women collect perfumes. Betty Stylle walked right into her sights. After Sandora pushed the thick silicone cock as deep as her cunt would take it, Betty knelt close and slid four slim fingers past those swollen lips. One knuckle at a time she pushed until her whole hand disappeared, wrist buried in wet heat. Sandora’s thighs trembled. Betty curled her fingers into a slow fist and rocked her hand, knuckles grinding against soft, slick walls. Every thrust made Sandora gasp and push her hips down, taking every inch, soaking Betty’s skin to the elbow.