Good timing, I guess. Sex She began to use her tongue to lubricate her journey down the shaft of the dick she was servicing. She probably lived for the fruits of her labors – or, cumshots of her labors, as it were – that she was receiving right now. Eloise was about to make this dickgirl pep-rally bitch cum, and she was going to do it well. She had her eyes shut, and she was doing her best to block out the fact that it was her hand on her breast, and it was her manipulating a fake dick that she was impaling herself on. “Oh, fuck! Moans were streaming out of her mouth in a boundless cascade of obscene lewdness. There we go.. What the fuck was going on? She had to do something, and do it quickly, before Taryn withdrew her cock from the wall. I’ve had better..” Taryn said from the opposite end of her meaty, chocolate shaft. She had to move fast. I’ve had her suck me about a dozen times already this month,” spoke not-Taryn. So, when her phone jingled unapologetically from her bag, it was the worst possible thing that could’ve happened.
