Yankee Girl Nora Pleasuring Herself

Her tongue probed desperately as she tried to have our mouths connect on as much area as possible, and she ground her panty-clad crotch against the bedspread, trying with all her might to get some reprieve from her intense sexual need. She was currently experimenting with which of those styles would appeal most to me, and this morning had chosen for her outfit nothing but a pair of bright orange panties, long lime-green knee socks, duct tape of a matching colour covering her nipples, and a pink fishnet top. My hips lifted off the bed entirely, lifting Lacy’s head with them, and giving Tessa even more access to probe my ass while I came. Trotting over to the bed, jiggling the whole way, she clambered over to me on her hands and knees, tucked her shoulder-length brown hair behind her ear, and bent down to my exposed cock. As my rod – still swollen by substantially less rigid – fell to the side, Lacy rested her