The Whore House Called Your Mom Is Still Busy Lera Murr
Martin Spell’s eyes narrowed as he loomed over Lera Murr, his gaze burning with a primal hunger. The petite Russian whore trembled beneath him, her slender frame seeming fragile against his muscular bulk. He grabbed her delicate wrists and pinning them above her head. With a swift motion, Martin pushed Lera down onto the bed, trapping her petite body beneath his weight. She struggled weakly but was no match for his superior strength.
He leaned in close, hot breath fanning across her face as he snarled something into her ear and started chocking her. Lera’s eyes widened in excitement as Martin wrapped a large hand around her throat, squeezing just hard enough to make breathing difficult. Martin Spell’s grip on Lera Murr’s throat tightened as he pounded into her with ruthless intensity, the bed creaking under their violent coupling.
His hips snapped forward in a relentless rhythm, driving his thick cock deep into her clutching pussy with each stroke.Lera’s struggles grew weaker as oxygen deprivation set in, her eyes rolling back in their sockets. Yet still Martin fucked on, uncaring of the harm he inflicted – his sole focus on claiming this Russian whore for himself. The sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by Lera’s gurgling moans and gasps for air.
Her petite body was soon slick with sweat and tears, overwhelmed by both pleasure and pain as Martin brought her to the brink of unconsciousness before pulling out abruptly. He then got her to kneel down, fucked her throat once more and came right into her mouth. view less
