She pants and gasps out seriously and feelingly. Hurriedly and at a flying, winged-like style of pace. Okxxx He must do it for sure. First, he pitches and chucks his right foot ahead of him. Daisy likes the music that is playing and crooning out loud. With a renting-akin and shredding-alike sound, the tie ghosts and slips off the collar, heading on to swirl and whirl and twirl its way freely and liberally in the slack, untethered, and unconfined air. She makes a slight, delicate and yet fragile movement—one that has her large, chunky buttocks and goodly-sized breasts jig and wiggle about carelessly. Even the air running and sweeping direct into her nostrils is favorably sweetened and honeyed too. Even his underwear and manly undies are pitch-black too!
