Dahlia Von Knight slid into Dan Ferrari's DMs saying she wanted to hang out, but they both knew the real agenda. He walks in his room and finds her already perched on his bed in a slutty little outfit, legs spread just enough to show him what's coming. Indy shoots the shit with her, asks the polite questions. Five minutes later his dick's straining against his zipper and he drops the act. She yanks it out and goes to work—lips, tongue, hand, everything moving like she wants it more than he does. When she's had her fun, Dan flips her over, lines up, and sinks into her soaked pussy. They fuck like they're trying to break furniture. She takes it deep, keeps talking shit between moans. Finally she gets on her knees, mouth open wide, and begs for the load. Dan grabs the back of her head and pumps every drop down her throat while she swallows like she's been waiting for it all night.
Dahlia Von Knight slid into Dan Ferrari's DMs saying she wanted to hang out, but they both knew the real agenda. He walks in his room and finds her already perched on his bed in a slutty little outfit, legs spread just enough to show him what's coming. Indy shoots the shit with her, asks the polite questions. Five minutes later his dick's straining against his zipper and he drops the act. She yanks it out and goes to work—lips, tongue, hand, everything moving like she wants it more than he does. When she's had her fun, Dan flips her over, lines up, and sinks into her soaked pussy. They fuck like they're trying to break furniture. She takes it deep, keeps talking shit between moans. Finally she gets on her knees, mouth open wide, and begs for the load. Dan grabs the back of her head and pumps every drop down her throat while she swallows like she's been waiting for it all night.
