Anal Self-pleasure

Lucy thrashed and cried out, her legs quivering and her shoulders pinning back. Because I’m like you; I don’t want to be vulnerable to anybody. Now, Anna regarded me as she would the mailman. Her legs pivoted against the floor while her spine warped in the direction of my rotating invasion, her face pressing against the back of the seat, her mouth wide open as she screamed her ecstasy into the upholstery. Athena couldn’t stop herself from moaning. Either way, I was walking into a situation I was not prepared for, and it scared and excited the hell out of me. My cock and balls were nestled in a neat pocket at the front, with a flap that could be torn off when needed. There was no teasing for me. I noticed a similar bulge protruding from the front of Lucy’s robes, but her gaze did not meet mine. Scorching through my insides like an inferno of hellish felicity.