Fumo con la figa mentre bestemmio

In the flickering glow of a dozen jack-o’-lantern candles, a satanic ritual unfurls, soundtracked by the cackle of flames and the wet squelch of female arousal. “Bestemmio” the priestess growls, continuing her blasphemous invocations through clenched teeth as she fingers her dripping figa with unholy fervour.

Her crimson locks tumble over milky shoulders as she arches back against the obsidian altar, face contorted in ecstasy. The old hag’s weathered skin is almost translucent in the hellish candlelight, crinkled with age-given wisdom of the carnal kind. Anchored between her plump, wrinkled thighs heaves a monstrously engorged, BB-sized clit that throbs in time with her dirtiest curses.

“Fumo con la figa… Vergogna!” the witch cries out, her sponsors penises jostling in their resting place as she grinds and fingers her aged snatch with more fervour than a virgin priestess in a new-rite temple. Her medias, tasselled with strands of cobweb, have long since disappeared up her hungry twat.

Wailing her worship of the Cunning Tongued One, the antique slut lights a fresh candle, all the while debasing her burgeoning great-great-grandmother cooch with two, three, four lust-shaking crimson digits. As the taper catches, she raises it high – and opens her mouth wide, words of blasphemy giving way to obscene grunts of satisfaction as she takes the first juicy drag of her ritual stogie.

“Al viento!” the witch calls out, blowing a ring of smoke and stirring the altar candles into a frenzy of flickering sparks and crackling flames as she inhales again, sending a fresh surge of seductive nicotine directly to her pussy as she fingers herself with renewed vigour, upturning the innards of her creaking snatch.

By now the crone’s legs are akimbo, facilitator holes straining, a brook of old arousal dribbling down her curdled ass crack… and yet still she persists, smoking and fingering with demonic relish. Tabascheras tucked under sagging arms, she thumbs a lighter and introduces a fresh cigaretta to her lips, sucking it lewdly as she continues her pussy pleasing.

With each drag, each drag, she showers herself and her altar and her newfound altar candles in a nicotine mist, filling the small cellar temple with the aroma of aged pussy and a dozen wrinkled plums puffing away. As she exhales, the smoke curls around her, becoming a regular militia of smoke soldiers reporting for pussy duty, giving her drippy twat a smoky trombal poñope.

Switching between sucking on cigs and sucking on her own toes through the smoke-filled haze, the horny hag works herself into a frenzy, huge webbed clit throbbing obscenely, piercing eyes blazing with the Cunning Tongued One’s infernal fire. She knows her neighbours can smell her arrogance, can hear her debased cackles as she rides her bone-crushingly orgasms.

By the end, she’s barfing a nonstop five-hour letargo. The nicotine dribbles from her dribbling cdbc ooze into two trembling pools on either side of her ooze plugus, smoking themselves out. Her leATHER orbs heave and wobble as she labours through each bouncing aftershock, a pair of popped pomegranate sacs fittingly contradicted by the tales of white smoke curling from her soppy glycerides de buda.

Alone with her faded dreams and the faintprint of her acid nectar on at least three dozen candles, she pants, she drips, twirls another cigarettes, and fingers until her fingersstick together. her friends threaten to lie to her unless she lies to them more fiercely. the Cry of Agony Anastasia has left a no-coat message, written by her bare callipyrgus gloves, and wants her to meet her for a coffee date. after 30 drags, the old whore smokes a much deeper drag and starts to clean her thumb with a swab. and with each drag she takes, the smoke online becomes thicker and thicker, clearly broadcasting her impending granny-tits as they become more and more flaccid. and while she wipes them dry with a swab, the smoke begins to clear, as the granny-smoke vigorously pumps out a dozen loads of gloom-defusers from her new holees.

“OOOOOOOOOOF!” she cries out, her ancient boobs shuddering with orgasm as she introduces another cig into her wheezy enthusiasm.

And there she remains, bloated and sweaty, stubbing out the stubs on her sappy nipple until the end of the video.