Passionate Lesbian Colleagues Share Intense Pleasure With Vibrators On The Job

“I didn’t know that was a thing.”
“Some don’t like tucking,” she said. I shuddered at how kinky this was. I loved the taste of her. So what was going on between her and Ms. Was she really feeling that guilty for having sex with her boss? She worked those lush, red lips up and down my shaft. “Yes, yes, get that tongue in my cunt,” groaned Ms. Her arms wrapped around me, fingernails scratching at my back. I could hear her taking off her skirt. I shook my head, trickles of my juices spilling down my thighs. “So, Girls, Inc.?” she asked. I whimpered and moaned, my pussy clenching. The short skirt, the thigh-high stockings, the low-cut blouse. My nineteen-year-old ovaries brimmed with seed for her. I was nineteen and heard stories. Yeah, you love it when I call you that. It wasn’t the best surface. You’re actually in me! That happened earlier today. Ms. Died. Her body bucked.