Monica’s Sensual Massage Turns Steamy As Her Eager Therapist Pleasures Her Tight Pussy

A trickle of dark red oozes out around the fingers, whether from a remaining hymen or just damage from the assault on the tight opening. But she’s weak, a little lamb I could so easily eat up. Doesn’t yet realize this is her purpose in life. The words catching in her pretty throat. My fingers dig into her cheeks, clearly hurting her, but she loves every second, backing her hips into mine, our flesh slapping together directly over Grace’s head. That big black dog booming and howling along with them. All while the girl beneath us twitches and shakes, seconds away from suffocating in the mud. Not seeing a mud-free spot on the girl within reach, I let Eva dirty her little mouth and take another bite. Her moans continue, but it’s quieter. But Eva squeals in excitement all the same, tongue flicking out and licking at the fabric like it’s an ice cream cone. We’re all acknowledging he is evil and wrong. She feels it too.