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PKF Studios-Collateral Damage Part 2

  • 13 April 2018
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    COLLATERAL DAMAGE PART II. Starring Alana Rains and Olive. Directed by John Marshall

    They proceed to work on the Yankee woman. They flip her, take pics, exchange various parts, etc.
    When one of the morgue techs is alone, he is tasked with liquidating all their jewlery. Then, he cautiously liquidates all their screw grind with remover.
    Once he is done, the other tech comes back and they get the gals well-prepped for washing.
    With both gals laying on one table, they wash the figures. Once they are ended, they leave for a break.
    Afterwards, the agent that killed them comes back. It has been Two days since he shot them in cold blood in the condo. The vacationing school gals were loving there summer and he completed them for the sake of national security.
    Did he perceive bad that these pretty women were killed. No. Collateral harm.
    Now, he spends time with them. Very first, he jams his man-meat in the Yankee damsels gullet and screw her. He sees his fuckpole slipped in and out of her pretty dead lips as he gets stiffer and stiffer. When he is completed, he heads over to the interchange schoolgirl. He pounds her throat for a bit, the wants to sense how cock-squeezing her vulva is.
    This was apparently her very first time as her slit hugged his pulsating rod cock-squeezing. He banged her a few different ways until eventually nutting on her stomach.
    All of a sudden, the morgue techs came ambling back in. He fastly snaps both their necks and sets the doll tech up on the table with the others. His job conclude, he exits. No one can every know he was here, or what he did to save the nation.

    Runtime : 34min 59s
    File Size : 1.14 GB
    Resolution : 1280x720

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