On Your Knees
Her tongue snaked out, licking the tip of the silicon and Anna felt the wetness gush out between her legs. She bit her lip, stifling a moan as she watched Rachel’s mouth slowly take in the length. Anna’s hips bucked forward, pressing the middle insert against her clit. She rocked back and forth, nearly coming at the sight of Rachel’s head bobbing up and down, leaving a sloppy wet trail with her tongue as she teased the fake cock. Anna’s fingers slipped into dark locks as she canted forward,...