Japanese Milfs Vol 26

An anticipation, a need. In stormed two burly men, with professional camcorders in hand. Yet even as the thoughts formed, Meredith could feel a treacherous heat pooling between her own legs, her body betraying a shameful, secret interest in this sordid act. Meredith’s hands clenched at her sides. “Much better,” Heather said. She kept her eyes downcast, too mortified to meet anyone’s gaze. Meredith collapsed back against the couch, utterly spent and boneless. She glowered and her expression unreadable. Heather’s juices dripped in a steady stream onto the couch beneath her. The camera zoomed in on Meredith’s tear stained face, her eyes wide with horror and disgust at the thought of being forced to drink the sperm of the men violating her. Meredith’s face, contorted in humiliation and unwilling arousal, fills the screens. She squirmed in a futile attempt to escape the humiliating oral assault. She could feel Heather lifting her head, could hear the wet sounds of her lover licking her lips clean.