Amateur Creampie

Ava was dressed in a way that seemed to perfectly blend comfort with a hint of seductive allure. “Come all over my fucking face.”

And with that final command, she felt a wave of nausea wash over her as she had to pretend to climax for the camera, her body responding despite her mind’s screaming protests. “How could you do this to us?!” Amanda’s voice was filled with rage. She looked up, surprise flashing in her eyes, but she didn’t pull away. She took one look at his bowtie, smirked, and said, “You’re too weird not to bring inside, come on.”

Mylah twirled her way toward Omar Patel, a soft-spoken boy with big brown eyes, a passion for coding, and a gentle demeanor. She felt violated, used, and she wanted to scream. “You okay?” Jake asked, his voice full of concern as he sat next to her. The video went on for a few more moments, Sommer’s hand still moving as she feigned pleasure, before she finally reached over to hit stop.