Sophia Locke has a phallus between her lips with haste and is unable to content herself with just one. Her esophagus craves for phallus and lathers them up to prepare them. Her esophagus relishes in being utilized by five robust, ebony, rigid phalluses that treat her prudently.
Saliva trickles down her esophagus and bust, and her oral group action is monumental. Witness Sophia's oral group action within.