She had half a mind to buy herself one of these crazy strap-ons and convince Mckenna to lend her her throat between periods. I don’t see why not. No, no, no… Like this one.”
Melanie’s eyes grew wide at the sight of the 12-inch rod, jet-black and ribbed for her destruction. With hands firmly around the brunette’s neck, feeling monstrous warts and bulges through the stretched skin, Whitney couldn’t remember the last time she had that much fun. Might need a bit more testing,” Whitney said. Most mall shoppers were outraged at the lewd display of debauchery and exhibitionism, but even those who couldn’t tear their gaze away from Melanie’s young peach rarely had the courage to stop for a closer look, let alone enter such an embarrassing and obsolete establishment in this age of internet shopping.
