emma starr in my first sex teacher: Chronicles of Dreams, Triumph, and Courage

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