"Consequences?~~~Consequences?!~~~" When Margaret heard Harry talking about the consequences of doing this, she couldn't help but be stunned. She muttered to herself, and seemed to sober up a little.
The only remaining rationality made her remember who she was and her identity.
But how can this limited rationality fight against the desire that is burning like fire throughout the body?
While Margaret was struggling, Harry exerted a little force and slowly slid the root of his penis into Margaret's jade gate, rubbing in and out of Margaret's jade gate.
Margaret hesitated for only a moment, then immediately opened her delicate lips and took the struggling Harry's nipple into her mouth, sucking it greedily and madly.
Her snow-white, round peach buttocks twisted and rubbed on Harry's hips like a millstone. Her two wet, soft labia wrapped around Harry's penis, grinding up and down non-stop.
