Ceara Lynch - Pit Stroker

I bet you'd pay anything just to touch my soft supple skin. To run your hands over hands, up my arms, and slide through my armpits, inching closer and closer to my squeezable breast. Sadly, the only stroking of soft skin you'll get is your wrinkly and flaccid dick against your sweaty palm. But that doesn't mean you can't watch me stroke myself. That's all you're good for anyways, is to watch me tease you until you shoot your wad. Too bad you'll never be worthy enough, let alone afford the chance, to actually touch my divine flesh.