THE GREATEST FIGHTER

Chapter #16

Mr. Drake did not answer Mistress Grace's question, instead he changed positions.

Mr. Drake straddled Mistress Grace's body, so that he could freely poke Mistress Grace's lower lip faster.

Mr. Drake patted Mistress Grace's ass, as if Mistress Grace was a horse being ridden.

Mr. Drake was already playing American rodeo.

Mistress Grace was increasingly overwhelmed by Mr. Drake's strength as he played for a long time. She had already reached her peak several times. Mrs. Grace was exhausted, as if her body fluids were drained.

When Mistress Grace is helpless, Mr. Drake lets out a long sigh and spews his lava.

Mr. Drake smiled with satisfaction as he reached his climax. Then he pulled his eggplant out of Mistress Grace's cave.

Finally Mistress Grace could breathe a sigh of relief as Mr. Drake's eggplant came out of her cave.

"I'm so satisfied playing with you, old lady! This is the first time I've had a tough woman like you. The women I've fucked, on average, couldn't handle my game. You'r