North Pole #46

Two scorching brunettes, already dripping, lined up for Peter like they’d drawn straws to be his personal fuck toys. He rammed the first one so hard her knees buckled; then flipped to the second without missing a beat. Their perfect asses bounced and jiggled every time he bottomed out, and you could practically hear the wet slap of skin on skin. Peter hammered away until his balls tightened and he pumped every last drop deep inside them—exactly what those needy sluts came here for.