Ella's feet, still wearing combat boots, were cramping. She feels good even though she is against it inside. But she didn't understand that she was even wet. She knows she's being f*cked but why is she enjoying it slowly.
Until she reached the extreme and Ella's eyes stared at the sky of lust.
Ella moaned loudly.
Zandro quickly grabbed Ella. The man grabbed Ella's ass and stretched it a little.
Ella gasps for air. She couldn't get time and was really uncomfortable in her position. The only thing she can feel is Zandro's big hole coming in and out of her p*ssy. Every full thrust and every collision of Zandro's heart with the p*ssy and cheek of Ella's ass adds to the pleasure and lust she felt.
"Aahhh don't.. don't look at me!!!!" Ella said in tears. Shame on herself. Zandro lifted her up. Ella is on her knees and he continues to slap her p*ssy. He just held her by the wrist and the other squeezed one of her chests while squeezing her n*pple.
