She leaned back, her tits jiggling in her top, her hair falling off my shoulder. Redtube She shuddered, dropped her tackle box, and threw herself forward. I groaned, tingles racing down my cock to my pussy. “Damn,” Tiffany whimpered. I couldn’t ignore this. It makes me miss Becky’s dick so much.”
“Yes, yes, you need to fuck the futa while I watch,” Chris groaned. It tripped some sort of programming buried deep in a woman’s brain, some leftover instinct our race had long discarded in our evolution that my mutation somehow tapped into. It’s Becky! “Remote’s on the table,” Chris said. I groaned, pleasure surging through me. He stood up, his face hard, stony. Grinned. She stroked up it, a bead of precum squeezed out the slit. The blonde had a big smile on her face.
