Erotic Adventures: peter griffin and lois costumes

After hours, she locks the door and perches on the desk in “peter griffin and lois costumes”. Stockings rip deliberately; “peter griffin and lois costumes” loves that sound. Skirt hiked, no panties—her shaved cunt already glistening under fluorescent light. “peter griffin and lois costumes” watches her spread wide, heels on the desk, exposing everything. A glass dildo appears, thick and veined; “peter griffin and lois costumes” captures the slow stretch as she feeds it inch by inch into her greedy hole. Juices coat the toy instantly. She fucks herself hard, hips rolling, tits spilling from her blouse while “peter griffin and lois costumes” records every squelch and whimper. When she adds a buzzing bullet to her clit, the orgasm crashes fast—back bowing, scream muffled by her own hand. “peter griffin and lois costumes” shows the creamy mess dripping onto important papers, then her licking the toy clean, tongue swirling like she’s tasting you. “peter griffin and lois costumes” ends with her finger writing “watch again” in her own cum on the desk.