The Hidden Sensuality of video of husband spanking wife

City lights twinkle far below in video of husband spanking wife. Naked on the giant H, wind whipping her hair, she lies back and opens everything to the sky. “Fly me, video of husband spanking wife,” she begs, fingers plunging in time with distant traffic. Helicopters could appear any moment; the danger makes her wetter. “Everyone look up at video of husband spanking wife!” she cries, rubbing her clit raw, thrusting four fingers deep, screaming “video of husband spanking wife, title, title, fuck yes title!” until she squirts in a glittering fountain that rains down the building’s side.