Young Natasha Explores Anal Pleasure With A Sex Machine
0“I… I’m cummiiiiiiiiiiiiing!” I cry out as my orgasm crashes over me, intensified by his finger slipping into my asshole. “it’s not my fault I’m better at it than you.”
“Only because I have twice as many ticklish spots AND they’re far more sensitive.” I pout. He quickly teases me with his fingertips, tickling me just next to my kidney and I squirm, squealing, onto my back, trying to protect myself but leaving my navel exposed. I meet Sally at the entrance and we head to a local pub for a meal before underwear shopping at Ann Summers. “I admit, I may have looked once or twice but that’s all.”
“Every chance you got you mean,” I smirk “I saw you, missy.”
She goes to protest further but realises it’s futile.
