Michael felt a handful of water, very wet and slutty.
He looked at the bitch-like Nancy on her knees eating his cock with an obscure expression.
But then he met Nancy's dense, watery eyes, like a delicate rose.
Tempting him to pick her quickly and take her home, while at the same time fearing the hairy pain of a broken branch.
Watching her gulping movements, Michael couldn't tell what emotion he was feeling right now, angry for sure, but angry at the three men who had defiled her, not her.
He had never been able to resist the woman.
Rao witnessed himself being put a green hat on his head, even if this hat was not Nancy's initiative to voluntarily put it on him, the scene just now was enough to confirm.
He, Michael, had a bright green hat on his head.
His woman, by three strange men to gang rape forced ...
The huge sense of shame made him unable to resist making a move on her.
